(Image by Natsuo Noma via the infallible 50 Watts)

Thank you Cindy, nice tiara by the way, really loving the mystic look!

It seems that the Summer doesn’t want to get started yet. Heavy winds and some rain in Brighton – not great if you want to picnic in the beach, but a total blast if you are one of the hawksmen who live on top of Sussex Heights. We hear the jokers have spent the whole afternoon swirling above the centre of town and dive-bombing the shopping crowds. All in good fun though, take that Von Richtoffen!

Further up in the thermosphere, we are registering a strong cosmic ray count, any astronauts listening are advised to bring out the lead suits and switch the life systems to manual – sprouting extra limbs may sound like a sensible long-term evolutionary strategy, but we doubt your loved ones would appreciate the new look when you get down from there. Scouts of the Cassiopeian fleet, this doesn’t apply to you guys, your insectoid bodies can take these puny effusions and more.

Clairvoyants at the John F. Dee Station tell us that there has been a flood of negative manna in the Rosicrucian section of the astral plane. There is poor visibility and transit is cut in many psychic pathways. Pure White Tendency folks planning a weekend trip over there may want to take their purifying charms with them, unless you don’t care much for becoming minions of the evil one. Happy times for dark sorcerers though, the current conditions are great for all sorts of corruptive spelling, get the same effect for half the virgins! Enjoy it while it lasts you heartless bastards!

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Western governments continue investing mega-bucks on antennas and telescopes through which to capture snippets of that conversation where the universe speaks to itself, from the micro whisper of subatomic particles spinning their quantum dance to the macro symphonies of mass gravitational collapse.

The best scientific minds of our generation have not yet devised the tools through which to visualise the beauty of this system, just reams of data, cryptic charts and disappointing Computer Generated Imaginary. We are still groping in the dark.

Moon Gangs cut to the chase and plug a whole array of synthetic apparatus into the output devices of our planetary sensory system, thus generating a song, the latest episode in an invisible collection of factual documentaries through which generation after generation of stargazing weirdoes (Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Terry Riley, Ligeti, Lindström, OPN, etc.) have attempted to reveal a truth that can’t be spoken.

I can’t say for sure that they are getting any closer, but the sights along the way are truly something.

Moon Gangs – Sea

Get the debut cassette from WhereToNow.

(Visitation by Simen Johan)

Zomby’s ‘Dedication’ will be topping end of the year charts like it should.  But.

Thinking. So. Far. Ahead. Is.

Hard. Because.

Ok. Rewind. Stay. With. The.

Now.

Here, buried in a frozen and dead ocean. Surrounded by a constellation of discrete music molecules floating in stasis, they recall the past (massively compressed Jarre, blocks of primary colour which are the slices of a Jan Hammer gradient) but aren’t it.

Rather, evolved echoes, nano-designed DNA blueprints for a future fauna, Cupertino Panthers sleek and brutal like Bradbury’s mechanical hounds, dragonflies with fractal wings and a telepathic drone.

For now they await dormant, dreaming of the abstract hunt that lay ahead.

Zomby – Mozaik

(it does end like that)

As a bonus, here you have Adriana Alba’s ace video for Harald Grosskopf’s Emphasis. Why does it rule so much? Perhaps because it summarises visually the grief at the heart of German 1970s electronic music (particularly Kraftwerk, who could be the grandparents of some of the actors therein featured): Man turns machine (or a cog in the machine), and the machines sing a ballad for his loss.