Take the Mutek festival, strip away all the sponsorships and government funding, spray-paint the artists jet black from head to toe, inject their brain stems with engine oil and channel their music through a nine-foot-diameter coaxial cable that runs underground through the sewer systems of six continents before emerging, dripping in sludge, to output from a mountain-sized prison yard amplifier on some Hendrix-meets-Mortician-type distortion, and you've got the sound of COMA (Concept Organique Musique Analogique). This is the realness.