Review: Where was I?
You are strolling through a seemingly never-ending series of rooms. In the second or third room is a cavernous space where cut-glass minimal tech plays, while lasers glint off of a foil-covered car parked in a corner. Your pagan friend climbs inside the abandoned vehicle and takes it for a joyride, spinning the steering wheel and snarling fiercely as he screeches around an imaginary racetrack. When you have both exhausted the possibilities of this room you move on. You pass through a negative-exposure hallway full of Day-Glo furniture, graffiti scrawled in incandescent ink across the walls. A second hall, embellished with gigantic wall-sketches and lit by candles, stretches off to the right. You are tempted to go down it and find out what is around the bend at the end but then you hear loud noises coming from up ahead and follow them, instead. The hall opens onto an industrial-sized storage space, bare except for a DJ table and a Peter-Murphy like singer. The duo is jamming with experi...