A collection of percussion laden, acid-tinged dancefloor weapons from the heroes of Australian Techno: The Finger Prince. One rave shaman. One silky-haired, silky-fingered titan of analogue sound sculpture. One studio, above a pub, somewhere in the rapidly technofied inner-city of Sydney, Australia. One plate. Lots of synthesizers. What happened? Where are you? Where are we? What is the time? THE TIME IS MAO.