Cosmopolitan cyborgs sing their mechanic hymn in fits and spasms. The throbbing bassdrum of a TR-909 reverberates in the former furrier. Outside a '63 Chevy purrs. Henry Mancini's doppelganger is behind the wheel again. He's been out on the roof garden all night with the girls, laughing ecstatically. There is a subtle poetry to slaying the minotaur with mere typography.