Rey is checking out their mum's 80s record collection when a mysterious recording sends them on a mission to bury nuclear waste in a Berlin nightclub. Thumping bass, sweaty armpits, acid techno, thigh-highs, vinyl scratches... a sea of toxic waste. We've buried our atomic past under tainted soil " what do we tell future generations when our secrets are unearthed? Through neon-lit hallways and graffiti-scrawled backrooms, Rey stumbles over intoxicated encounters and down psychedelic rabbit-holes to send a message deep into the future. Is it worth it? Or should they just dance the night away?
