I'm drunk. On the bar in front of me is a wet napkin, a line drawing scrawled into it of a strange mechanized sink basin, a spring-loaded arm extending from its side, driven by a series of pistons, pumps and a chain-driven gear assembly. It looks like a machine meant only to scratch itself. underneath it are written the words, "your brain is a motor."

Welcome to the world of The Combustive Motor Corporation. The Brooklyn-based collective/art space finally has a web site, and its worth the wait.