Cult ceremonies from Jim Powers\' primal world-view. Expect an abundant harvest this year.
This latest edition takes us back to mankind's agrarian roots when fickle gods had to be appeased by ancient weird religious rites. Trinity, a slim high-cheekboned blonde, does a minimalist erotic dance before being lowered to a tarp-covered stage. A horde of nervous-looking men of all races, creeds and colors sit waiting to splatter the DNA wealth of nations in a supreme mosaic across her face. As if on military cue, they throw their underwear in the air, yell "Bukakke!" and begin vigorously flogging their dongs. Jim Powers' crew keeps the sacrificial seed dead center - no wasted video shots on dopey bald heads and beer guts.
Next, visiting the cradle of civilization, Mocha leans her earth-colored torso over the altar, awaiting the archetypal subsistence rite. Mouth open, eyes clenched tight, her body is whitewashed in spew like the bleached corpse of a dead Rwandan. It flows in great gobs through her intricate cornrows.
And, finally, Kyla also volunteers to serve her fertility goddess, Ishtar. The human sacrifice aspects are brought to the fore in an Egyptian temple setting where she is mummified by a Nile-load of sperm.