As we stand defeated on the battlefield amongst the severed limbs of our inadequate army, a tear rolls down the conspicuously unbloodstained cheek of the God in whose name we just fought. As we find ourselves alone under blacked sky, slain by a ancient conceptual nemesis actually now long gone, we rub salt and vinegar…
Here lies the second installment of an occasional series, where we ponder what happens when evolution slips on some black ice, and ends travelling the wrong way on a desolate B-road. Last time we pondered the what-ifs and wherefores of art produced by lifeforms developed in atmospheres different to our own. This time our curiosity…
So we said little about the release of Liars‘ Sisterworld, not because we didn’t rate it, which we did- and a lot-, but simply because we thought all of you would already know about it-guess we tend to focus on things which are on the left side of leftfield, for good or for ill. That’s…
Pagan war drums at some Midwestern call to prayer. Battered metal PA’s affixed to crumbling desert buildings blaring out heartfelt pain and anguish. Crows perched atop the adobe walls, watching the deserted streets below. The first moments of Irma Vep‘s Executioner Blues is all these things. Rusty guns fusing with their rotting holsters. Lightning rolling…
(Print by Tauba Auerbach first admired at But does it Float) Hours of Worship’s remix of Alexandre Chatelard’s Reconstitution is music for the closing credits of the history of the universe, after entropy and empathy have walked under the portico of the final conflagration hand in hand, as matter collapses into itself all around them…
If the Pact of Warsaw had developed Information Technologies with which to manipulate the vast amounts of data required to keep the wheels of a totalitarian state turning efficiently, perhaps we wouldn’t have witnessed its sudden and unexpected collapse when we did- we would still live under the all encompassing cloud of imminent holocaust, rather…
When the Earth’s surface cracks open and the fertile soil turns into a hard clay; when flames burst from the sea and your sweat boils your skin into blisters, only the coolest of sounds can save your soul. For me, this usually means soothing drone, blissed out beats, and a bunch of other cliched reverb…
Let us welcome Taraka with much joy. She is back from a haunted church out in the woods where Prince Rama of Ayodhya have been busy recording their new album forthcoming in Paw Tracks with Avey Tare and Deakin…We Own The Otherwordly Team. – – – – – Out here the landscape is a tabula…
The Hounds of Tindalos leap across the angles connecting temporal dimensions lean and athirst. They truly are truculent beasts who have put a ghastly end to the career of many a chrononaut, yet they can be house-broken with a thick enough edition of the Great Race of Yith’s newspaper, and a powerful purpose. To kidnap…
The physical configuration evolved by a given species determines the way it perceives the world, and hence, the design of the tools that it deploys to understand it. This has profound implications for the scientific enterprise which most initiate driven by the curiosity that comes from self-awareness.There is an interesting loop here: our environment shapes…
We were recently lucky enough to take our summer holidays in the margin of non, just past the corridor of fear, a few miles from the land of no mans dem. You know the place, the no zone between worlds where the playful presence of diminishing apparitions can only be told by their warm and…
“For centuries, the Jemaa El Fna (Rendezvous of the Dead) has remained the stage for one of the most spectacular social forums on the planet. By day, this central square in the city of Marrakesh, one of Morocco’s great imperial cities, fosters a kaleidoscope of entertainment for its local inhabitants; storytellers, acrobats, magicians and snake…