Choice détournement and décollage ejected from the recombinant maw of four pillars of the plunderphonic, with this particular clusterfuck resulting from a one-off live grouping of these operators, each known for their individual and razor sharp sonic eviscerations of pop cultural crassness. With so many cranks in the kitchen, a four car pile-up of mediated detritus might not be unexpected here, but all of these cats are deft enough Dadaists to know how to spontaneously entwine their inspired illogic into something both indivisible and hilarious.
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