CONSPIRACY’S WILD WASTELAND - POSTPONED
Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines. Hurtling through dust the shade of a freshly spray-tanned president, burning rubber with the speed of a global pandemic and smelling vaguely of engine oil and regret… Is it Pac and Dre starring in the genre-defining film clip for 1996’s California Love? Of course it’s not, don’t be stupid.
No, it’s the return of the dastardly dudes from the desert you know and love. You heard it here first: the devilishly handsome Conspiracy Crew are back. Get ready to crunch some gear(s), this is gonna be mad(Max).
When last we checked in, the Crew were storming out of a digital delusion into the new decade with designs set firmly on home and a comfy bed. Instead, they hit a glitch in the matrix and were spat a little too far into the future, greeted by a climate-induced wasteland riddled with post-apocalyptic scavengers, weird-coloured Mohawks and a whole lot of horsepower.
Lost in their newfound dystopia and wondering what to do next, they decided to take a leaf out of the Book of Eli-jah Something and throw a junkyard jam that’s larger than life and twice as ugly.
Of course, it’s not easy to coordinate a sand dune send without a little assistance, so it was particularly lucky the lads ran into an old acquaintance… Turns out since parting ways with the Crew, Jackson Winter’s been killing time (and people) leading a tribe of bike-obsessed cannibals known as the “Muscled Mullet Mad-dogs". Fortunately the Mad-dogs were happy to lend a hand or two - they’d already eaten the rest.
Strap in, cause we’ve got white-line fever ready to ride this jet-fuelled dream up the highway to the dangerzone, past the Thunderdome and straight into your dreams... Climate crisis never looked so sexy.
DRESS UP. DANCE WEIRD. JOIN THE CONSPIRACY. ☗
Presented by Conspiracy.
This is an 18+ event.