The Overlords 2005

Overlords started in Brussels in april 2005, around a marble table that, like sweet absinth, inspires poetically raw projects that evaporate slowly with the fumes of the alcohol to the mind’s greatest dismay.
Yet this project lingers on in the corners of the alcohol-drenched brain of our protagonists who, in the middle of all this hangover haze, decide that the whole idea has got to be done with the means of a desperately dry throat of a homeless alcoholic bum.
The recipe’s simple... First, find a spot, a factory, something big, chunky and preferably as raw as can be. Then, bring to a boil 7 samurais who master the methods of metropolitan monumental art, and finally serve 48 hours before the opening with an e-mail that’ll spread accross the city like butter on toast.
You might think the recipe’s too rough to produce anything good, but once you try it out, you’ll have to admit it might look rough from the outside, but inside its fucking tasty. Whaaao! is the general term used by the public, an eclectic yet certified palate of tasters for this ‘vernissage/performance/closing party’ of a recipe.

Polo the Ripper