Some things simply make sense together. Spaghetti and meatballs. Lime green sedans and people who wear JNCO jeans. $5.99 bottles of merlot and promiscuity. And of course, Conner Coffin and Keramas. We knew that them two would get along just fine. We knew that his rail would love her face, and that the sideshore wind would occasionally blow perfectly under his board and keep it so perfectly cemented to his feet. We knew it all — we didn’t really know that he’d go HAM at Deserts, but that’s only because Deserts is on a different island and well, we didn’t think we’d go there. Anyway, here’s Conner Coffin’s Factory Part. It’s a match made in (and around) Bali.