Eskorbuto: anti-everything, but for real. A collage of interviews, political news, ETA, Franco and King Juan Carlos, the Eighties and the damnation of the left side of the Nervión river. The trio's debacle (nobody lived to tell the tale) narrated in their gloomy native landscape. They were demented, hopped-up guys that spat on the flags. This is a tribute to them.

Following his previous film "Las más macabras de las vidas", Kikol Grau now fixes his scalpel in the band Cicatriz to build a new audiovisual Molotov that proposes a rereading of the complacient history of this country in the eighties.

Punk spirit and archive footage: a visual discuss on the Spanish Transition, a supposedly exemplary stage with many flaws when is looked at closely. A thinking jumble in which the works of dissident filmmakers fit just as well as newsreels, teen criminal gangs movies, erotic screwball comedies, social dramas and television freakshows for children. A visual avalanche, an exquisite corpse that radiographs a beloved country named Spain between 1975 and 1982.

A collective effort about the recent history of Spain. A distorting mirror, a radiography, a rotten but exquisite corpse: the blood, the sweat, the dandruff of a country in the shape of a large and extended bull skin. A parade of freaks. The ridiculous independence of the upstairs neighbor, the sovereignty demanded by an insane parrot prisoner in its open cage. Football, potato omelette, kings and safaris. Things not to do again. Guerrilla cinema. Hysteria of Spain.

A punk documentary which is, at the same time, a history of Catalonia, an analysis of its political situation in 2017, a comic lamentation on the milestones of the Procés —the broken, unsuccessful path started October 1st which eventually should've ended with a true declaration of independence from Spain—, and a chaotic festival of references to pop culture, from Dumbo to Salvador Dalí.