Zoltan & Norman Methner’s first back-to-back, exclusive at Pelago.

 

18-22

 

 

Please remain calm. No attempts to leave the dancefloor. This frequently bumped batch of deranged frequencies has been up and running for some time. Trust funds and big data, in conjunction with Lucifer, have mixed with breaks, bleeps, didgeridoos, and saxophones to deconstruct your neo-tribalist illusion of self. While most of you have been too brainwashed to comprehend—thanks to coin flippers, rotary mixers, and oversized T’s flawlessly customized by Luzano himself — Mr. Trifunovics and Dr. Methner have been scanning these channels for some time. The objective is more, and as long as the status quo is maintained, we can peacefully stay active, doing our thing at this shady McDonald’s near Dandy Digital’s apartment, where they’re able to steal electricity from our home studio for their fries, double cheeseburgers, and Oreo shakes.