Recorded between September and December 2012 with the urgent need to electrify the musty food and the tame bodies.
Materials used: musical waste, exquisite fruits from the oniric smuggling, radiations from a game called “Suspicion”. Against all authority. A total mockery of the systematic boredom of the virile gargoyles.
“Do I know nature yet? Do I know myself? — No more words. I bury the dead in my gut. Shouts, drums, dance, dance, dance, dance!” (The seer Arthur)