MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

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  • Golems of the Ultramodern World

    Clickbait Colossus and Lord of the Sponsored Ad Cracking open this grimoire, you plunge headfirst into the fetid underbelly of the information age. Here, amidst the flickering glow of a thousand screens, lurk the unliving titans – the Golems of the Ultramodern World. Not stitched from clay, but from the very detritus of the digital…

  • Architects of Permission

    Permission Structures Power wriggles like a parasitic worm, burrowing into definitions, twisting language into wet rags. “Apartheid,” “genocide” – words pulsing with meaning, then morphing into hollow husks, sucked dry by the leeches of justification. Bureaucrats with ink-stained fingers pronounce pronouncements dripping with legalese, not blood. A word virus infects minds through media, turning “apartheid”…

  • Anti-Hedonic Inflation

    The market, a writhing flesh-mass, pulsates with a cancerous growth. Price tags morph into malignant tumors, ballooning on cans of joyless beans and flickering simulacra of entertainment. The grey dollar bleeds. Shrinks in your pocket, a junkie fiend on a score. Price tags balloon, neon tumors on the storefront whores. You reach in, pull out…

  • South Park Episode #

    INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY – CAFETERIA – DAY Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny are picking at their mystery meat lunch. A news report blares from the mounted TV. ANCHORMAN (V.O.) In breaking news, a group of elderly Floridians have declared war on Facebook! STAN Huh? KYLE Floridians? Declaring war? This sounds stupid, even for Florida. The camera cuts…

  • Pulling the plug

    The Zoog faction, wired on a hyper-flux of information, their minds flickering with memes and TikTok ephemera, regard the FaceBook with a cold, reptilian disdain. It is a monolithic grey slab, a mausoleum of outdated statuses and vacation photos, where their parents – the Boomers, once flower-power radicals – now shuffle through a senescent digital…

  • SXSW and the Military-Industrial Roach Motel

    They bug you with sponsorships, man. Like a roach motel for your soul. Take Raytheon bread, they say, it’ll get you in the door. But the door just clicks shut behind you. You’re trapped, see? Stuck shilling for the very machine you thought you were subverting. They hooked me, man. Raytheon, with their cold chrome…

  • Morning Execution

    Scene: The Absurd Choice Setting: A bare, concrete room. Three metal chairs are the only furniture. A single, harsh bulb hangs from the ceiling. LUCIEN, a wiry man with haunted eyes, sits hunched. INES, a woman with a defiant chin, paces the room like a caged animal. ANTOINE, portly and sweating, mops his brow. A…

  • Tragic Flaws and Best Qualities

    This, my friend, is the truth. We are all walking contradictions, teetering on a knife-edge between brilliance and oblivion. The key is to remember, the ride is the point, not the destination. So, crank the dials, push the limits, but keep an eye on the flickering red lights on the control panel. This meat machine…

  • Protocols

    Product: The iPhone – a chrome embryo pulsating with data streams. A meat puppet for the digitized masses. Market: A hungry maw, a million twitching fingers yearning for connection, porn, and the simulacrum of social interaction. A Deleuzian rhizome of desire, burrowing into every pocket, every purse. Fit? A perfect symbiosis, a feedback loop of want and fulfillment.…

  • Protocol-Stack, Product Market Fit

    At the most fundamental level lies the product-market fit. This is the tango between a solution and a problem. The sleek lines of the iPhone, for example, perfectly aligned with the burgeoning demand for a device that seamlessly integrated communication, entertainment, and internet access within a sleek, handheld package. The iPhone didn’t create the market, but…