Premiere: Borghese – Cruel Carbo

The machine held no prisoners. It was electric and abuzz.

In the dark room a noise began to throb and echo, it were as if it were trying to escape from the prism within which it was trapped. It wanted to billow and bloom beyond the enclosure and let loose.

This was the power of the machine.

A cruel carbon beast, which left little the imagination as it roared and screamed.

To some the machine was beautiful, a force which kept the world abound. To others it was a menace.