Piero Umiliani fed us bites of pie off his fork. We tasted exotic visions. As soon as we were immersed in his visions, Umiliani pulled the fork back. Ultra Kabron hits us with the whole pie, and we are blinded. Our faces are covered in the exotic innards. They slowly slide down our faces. They slide into our pores. We touch the cave walls as we descend further into Ultra Kabron’s exotic and slightly lurid world. Syrups form stalagmites, which slice our hands, which are then moisturized by the dripping syrups. We realize we are on Ultra Kabron’s clay wheel, surrounded by interlocking and blurring electronic polyphony and flora - a shapely spectrum that runs staccato to moist. Here, on the spinning clay wheel, is where we meet the mangled voice on tape of Pesci in a defensive stance: “I’m funny how…like I’m a clown?”
Here is where we have been led into a trap: blinded in a pie fight, guided deep into a syrupy cave, lulled by exotic vision, molded while deathly spinning, while a hotheaded Pesci caught in the garbles of a tape manipulation steams on the sidelines, ready to pounce.
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