In our time we have it all, yet all seems lost. Sublime love has been surfaced and impaled upon superficial experience, sold in error to the highest bidder rather than the greatest lover. It is easy for love to become an oversight when its cheap substitute penetrates us in a constant dribble, leaving only shallow puddles and damp squibs. We zip up and head for work so often feeling soggy and unfulfilled.
Numbers dry us. Workings out cajole atoms towards friction, producing warmth and, as particles cool and solidify, shelter, made from blocks of too rigorous calculation, stricken it seems as the mausoleum. Yet within like without all is not dead. From the ground there is an enticing scrape and rattle, while above and all around the elements balance out the equation until the tough fabric of our conclusions is revealed to be only the party-mask of mass opinion, now flapping ragged and strewn around our see-through, climbing frame home. In empirical reality forces of nature are parsed by algebra of need until even fixed systems erode. In the face of this intoxicating, entropical effect we have increased the accuracy of our calculations exponentially; creating by such a process an almost perfect simulacrum of the forces that threaten the structures we have erected to defend us from these very forces!
So even as the capital’s Kapos apply their maquillage and pose-fight ‘guerrilla’ for magazine supplements, we are directed by a gesturing with the weapon, a swivelling of the hips, to look for precedents, to turn back the page and breathe in the aftermath of a profound dialectic: the reduction of the rebel to bloodhound.
The rock n roll years that preceded are now available as a haircut, a compilation, a t-shirt and as a story; an interchangeable surface paraded seamlessly through the gait and across the palimpsest of long dead teenage bodies. They are shopping mall coffee shop zombies feeding upon life force through an all over perfect-skin contagion, reproducing an ossification of difference. But then we are now all officially teenagers according to health care and demographics. A void cocoon painted luminous by the seraphic glow of a cellular screen.
That golden age has long since turned autumnal holocaustic glow and been re-packaged for the endless night as neon gloss. Although the germ of this seismic shift was contained in the milliseconds of an atomic reaction high above Hiroshima, the mutant blast that greeted the residents of Furue, Takasu, and Koi that morning was not just a false and poisonous dawn. For preserved somewhere within impenetrable plastic fossils are creatures in amber, evidence that the projections of capital can never completely resolve, become singular with that which they devour, our organic nature. For the multitudinous refractions of money to breed there must always be virgin territory, more atoms to be cracked. To run out of these is not just a shitty arse but the end of history.
We may be down to the last few sheets but there is still always time…
…a commodity dear friends, we have sadly run out of for now. So until the skin-crawl of survival recedes again and we can continue together our affirmation of LOVE! then please, Ladies and Gentlemen, won’t you be so kind to as join me on the dance floor to have our collected assholes interruptured by none other than our very own Electronic! Enema! Operator! Mr. Bob Swans!
Yours truly,
X Simon Saint-Simon X
Traxxx
Sparks-Tryout for the human race(kafka+BoBedit)
Roctakon-More of what i need
Yeah yeah yeah's-Gold lion(Diplo mix)
Shadow dancer-End hit
Boys noize-Wu tang battery(battery pt2)
Hocus pocus-Heres johnny
LFO-Freak
Best Fwends-First $ money maker
Crookers-Atomic Baile Boy
Fatboy slim-Champion sound(Switch remix)
Crookers ft Mc Leka -Para de Grainha
Blaqstarr-Shake it to the ground(Claude von stroke mix)
Comfy in Nautica-Panda bear
David e sugar-Oi Berlin this is London(Jesse rose garage dub)
Timbaland-Misscomunication(The Bloody Beetroots mix)
Charlie Fanclub-Dirty dick hazzard
Jean nippon-Raw
Krazy Baldhead-Moth3f2ck8z(Midfield general mix)
Party crashers unite-Put your hands up for NY
Gucci soundsystem-aCarpenter
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