The ground under the underground has new rumblings troubling it’s sedentary haunches yet again. Whispers in the fissures that spread like a network of veins, carrying lifeblood to organs that go unsung, unacknowledged, unnoticed. The ones that, while not sexy, sensual, suckable and able to be wrapped tightly in spandex, leather, (or some other textile of ill-repute)etc. would most certainly be the cause of much agony and suffering, should they fail. Those aforementioned rumblings almost seem to speak, like the vague, breathy utterings of a supposed specter caught on tape. And while the power of suggestion is almost without fail used to decode what these tormented spirits who are incapable of crossing over are supposedly saying, one name has been colloquially agreed upon as being clear as the proverbial bell:
What does it mean? More metal than man. More man than machine. Something incapable of setting a course, but unable to stop plowing through every barrier put up in its path once it is off and running. Back in the golden age of theatre attendance and home video rental, you’d hear the tagline “COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU!” Well, we are going to do a minor alteration here, and simply entice/threaten you with “COMING SOON TO A VENUE NEAR YOU!” Keep yer peepers peeled kids.