Live* & Locked by Bintus

A column of bull ants moves across the rain forest floor, constantly moving limbs shift like the tidal flow of a river. Each carries a large bright leaf in its mandibles maybe twenty or thirty times its size. The column swerves around a tendril-like air duct that services a chamber below. One strays too close and slips down still carrying its leaf. It flies down the air pipe and is projected into the interior of an anechoic chamber.

Beads of sweat ooze down Bintus' grizzled brow as he continues experiments into noiseless ultra bass. If applied correctly this acoustic energy can have devastating effects. The bull ants legs start to quiver as invisible frequencies levitate it to the centre of the room where it briefly remains; suspended like an insectoid phantasm. The pressure becomes too great and its whole body explodes. The ants above loose their trail and start to circle the roof of the compound, following the invisible symmetry of looping frequencies. A swarm of giant hornets blaze in, dive-bombing individual ants in sync to the bursts of acid noise that crash the jungle ambiance. A great swathe of rain breaks over the scene cooling the roof and creating clouds of steam which billow and rise. Bintus activates the microphones he placed across the forest floor, pulling its sounds down into the mix. Amplified at maximum level, the ants movement and the low dismal drone of the hornets sound like a psychedelic catastrophe. A smile breaks across Bintus' face as he cherishes this moment of chaos. For its in the eye of an infinite techno storm that you will find Bintus finally at peace with himself.