The night is deep, the interstate highway deserted, the hills of Sinaloa are dark silhouettes against a blue-black, starless sky, and as the Hellcat’s hemispheric motor purrs in fourth, you round a bend and come upon it – a matte black Porsche 911 Turbo, overturned, engulfed in flames, burning out at the side of the road.’Six cero cinco, six cero cinco, miren!’ bellows a frantic voice over it’s still operational CB radio receiver, and as you approach the wreck, pulling over towards the mass of crumpled metal and PVC fueled flames, you hear the music still banging out of the augmented sound system, the menacingly hot and edgy new single from Borgetti, a career pyromaniac who has started fires throughout the Republic and left discotheques from Culiacan to Paris smoldering with the crackling scorch of his handy work.lighter, fuse, ignition! In the cue are a stack of incendiary remixes, led by Controlla co-founder and oft-accused arsonist Ali X, who transports his 5meo laced broadband signal into a mutated, other dimension, entering the stark scene from a Tecmex portal, through which sounds are bent and reformed into polyform, machine funked conflagration. ‘Seis cero cinco! Seis cero cinco.miren!’ another Controlla covert operation executed.