ABOUT

"Punk, Valpredian anarchists, we were LA CUBA, a group of mad attractors, a Cyberpunk outpost in the 1980s Palermo’s Inter-zone, swept by the winds of the state heroine of Villa Siringa and the Artistic stinky feet High School. Designers of other worlds, of sordid whores and melancholy monsters.

We were crouching on the unfinished via Belgio bridge, a ramp that stopped at its peak in a tangle of steel rods, towards the remaining of the citrus groves of Palermo felicissima, our dangling amphibian-feet, smoking joints of Partinico’s weed and meditating about independent fanzines and space pussies, below us Clockwork Orange Trees as far as the eye can see”.

— Francesco De Grandi