I’m sitting at the Elysium screening, eating GMO candy and sippin’ on high-fructose fizzy gunk, watching a $115 million, cliché-fueled trope that glorifies guns and desensitizes violence. I thought to myself: we are doomed. Somehow, on the ride home, Disclosure restored my faith in humanity. Two hours of provoking grooves, subtle genius and deep range; dare I say this is my favorite mix of the year.