Ribno Funkfest

There he was, sitting on the over sized bean bag in the Nazi/Maoist kitsch resturant bowling alley Cultural Solution. His hair was pulled into the super hip style, dyed green colour pulled into a tennis ball look, he has been cultivating for the past six months. This look was a radical departure from his last (the burkha head dress and Nazi SS uniform) and stated a new area in Ribo Funkfest musical odyssey. His first album being that classic of the post apocloptic jazz-techno fest called MAA Bo, to his most recent third album with his new band Lizard Tail Shagrath, Cum Unto My M24 Slip Stain, which fuses world music with the up and coming genre of Dung Slam. I sat down on my bean bag full of alfalfa beans, and began trying to communicate with the man who has summed up the late 20s of the 21st century. He responded in just beeps for the first 5 minutes of the chat until I got through to him by screaming "when did you become so fucking real man?". At this point he broke down in tears and explained he had been only just realised what it meant to be human in the last few weeks. All due to his AIDs postive slave Pagan The Butler death of cabbage overdose. I at this point got rather bored of all of the stuff we had planned to talk about and took him on a trip to a local glass maker, this really seemed to do the trick. Last I heard he was off to Malta to train in making glass.