1. Spaz-tec National Diploma in Horseriding
What we got here then?
Surly little fella, aint' he?
All frazzled dazzle, lost in the interzone. Transposed timeslide soap sud domestic bliss out. On some Return To Oz shit. If that scene with the Wheelers was sandwiched together, like so many CTRL+T Ableton fillings, betwixt that lass with all the interchangeable headgear, this noise is what they might talk about. Bloke probably doesn’t even use Ableton.
Maybe if Manuel De Landa pitched up on Robot Wars with some nanobot horde? Nah, fuck that. The robot analogies are all bleach blonde buzz cut high tech low life. Misleading like. This is all too human. And it's definitely happening right now, here, amid the real. Vital. It doesn’t necessarily like it's own company... what great record does? Remember that Nurse With Wound period when you thought Stapleton might actually be about to kill himself? Well that's not it either, but it's probably closer. It doesn’t let up for a second, see.
This is brutalism as beauty, everything you always wanted to know about the atonal undead but were too turned on to ask. These days everything is either/or. That or it's so cackhandedly atemporal that it hides nothing, reveals everything in one big first hearing money shot.
Remember when you wanted to keep coming back to music and you didn’t know why? Made you feel kind of like a pervert, didn’t it? The fight against comfort begins here.
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