A wall went up. And while we sat around arguing what to do about it, it came down again, and two factions emerged. One is as if asleep. Droning forward with arms outstretched, eyes glazed over, mouth agape and drooling. Their clothes are worn (but well mended) and restricted to shades of teal. The other, its sister-society, moves slower still (is this some video effect?). On legs made wobbly by the high of an un-named drug that works only to turn its user (ironically) into the perfect social minion, they walk on! EASTWARDS UNTIL WEST! A commotion is seen and then seconds later heard as they merge at long last (could it really be 50,000 years? It seems longer). And now they are one bright rose colored stain.

Join C.R.E.E.,P. and Wall Ride Controll as they prepare to reunite the estranged members of an LA synth-punk band.