Wouldn’t it be awesome if Black Acid were a drug that let you peek into a forbidden or hidden zone, space, cult or subgroup, one that you already know exists but will never ever infiltrate. What Black Acid would do is give you bionic insight, not just vision, but a prescience and knowledge of everything this group does, but only in the aftermath. In fact, you’d be forced to quote Faith No More probably more than once:
You will never understand it 'cause it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright…
If this terrifying yet palpably gratifying drug is an imagined work of art from a diabolical mind, so is Black Acid Co-op, the current exhibition at Deitch Projects where Jonah Freeman and Justin Lowe have laboriously erected the ultimate assemblage of anarchy where we can explore the (probably) imagined substrata of sects in a fantastic labyrinth of rooms replete with smells, gnarly artifacts, ripped, moldy books that nod to Gondry’s rental shop in “Be Kind Rewind,” a sterile museum space with molding and a drop ceiling, and other areas of methodical ingenuity.
Just when I was starting to lose my bearings, I saw Jeffrey’s satisfied face, slowly examining the work, smiling coyly, somehow knowing that he can penetrate the undercurrent of any tribe, club, congregation, what have you, smoothly, like a cheese stick in butter.

Image courtesy of Black Acid Co-op