"Caliban: won't you just stop bothering me?
Ariel: if it were up to me... it's all that bastard's fault"...
"It must not have been pleasant after all. After all, someone will have to pay, won't they?
After all, it can't always be injustice. After all, we did what had to be done."
The fourteen libertarian-infused tortures inflicted on the oppressor-magnate Prospero by the finally liberated oppressed losers... Obsessive cavernous bass lines trample the happy memories of the tortured-slavemaster; terse and rasping phrases hide among epileptic dissonances and detunings; electric and electronic riffs fall into vicious circles trying to bite their tails.
A brigade drunk on grotesque mutations amid alcoholic brawls and bizarre metamorphoses; a whining voice that can't chant as it would like... The drumming is sharply metallic. From the wizard's disembowelments, alchemical fluids continue to pour forth, the cave is a Chaos of unioeular deformations and hybrid madness...
"Caliban: so when the hell is this mess going to end?
Ariel: pass me that flask"...