"Cold grey void electrically operated by mantis-eyed humans" was a project that Pink Floyd discarded in 1975, when they had already become strangers to each other. Strangers passing over the street were motionless upon their air conditioned apparatus, their voices were pitch-shifted into the digital blood-red of a blinking modem. There was a mural of Godzilla adjacent to a gas station. Chameleons were browning fast in the lower boughs of a tree that were getting larger. The sun was angrier, more vibrant, more dejected and, frankly, more of a stone shit heater in this solar system.

Everything was bleeding out then, infrared halos were swirling around phosphorescent fingertips like flames and a guy in a pickup truck was a Jesus and Judas drawing tattooed on his hands, Nick Mason was barfing out of a window on the digital infinite striporama of a mirage. Rick Wright was laughing in the backseat, his brace was complicated. Both were still wearing their glasses, their soft wide lips were fucking beautiful, the marmalade mops on their heads were sparkling. They were ecstatic.

They found Melissa’s cat buried alive along the road of the FM radio station, but as it had been raining steady for days then and thunderstorms had been drifting across the valley between the forests and the cities, always at night, no traces of the burial site could be found but in marks left on the soil. And, of course, the cat’s prints were buried deep into the ground. In fact, that land was unfit for cat’s claws. Even the memory of cat dust felt like a wild drug is a comfortably numbing reality.

The land of the five-eyed mantis, where Syd Barrett once was king, is now a strange and wondrous place. Roger Waters had five eyes and was thus a five-eyed mantis. His young light skinned buddy, David Gilmour, was a wood satyr, trying to escape the clutches of the five-eyed mantis. He was once a pizza deliverer in East Germany, and now a popular campaign poster is a modest Himself, holding a pizza box, with the slogan, "David will deliver".

For all this, and for something else that we will not reveal, Escupemetralla decided to recover this project anchored in the depths of time, purify it of its most anodyne and old-fashioned parts, and launch it on the music charts of the 22nd century.

"Cold grey void electrically operated by mantis-eyed humans" is a verse from Kosmos, by Philip Lamantia (1927-2005).