This kid Lips & Ribs has designed the logical structure of a video game where you play haemoglobin molecules being pumped by Mario’s cholesterol-choked heart as the chemical reactions associated to rapturous gestaltic all-engulfing feelings of LOVE lay waste to his nervous system, or a renderised version of the Phantom of the Paradise playing a power ballad inside the icy reticles of the ENCOM mainframe, 2TB worth of pixelated lighters burning in the chromed darkness are bound to give your hardware a red ring of death, but it’s ok, it’s real sweet.

Lips and Ribs- Orgy at the Fallout Shelter

This kid Deathsquad has jacked the network of the alt.SETI program corrupting the message it sends into the voids of space from a list of all our cultural achievements into a challenge for a hardcore-level AD&D tournament playing the Electroma campaign, Aliens land in the mesas of the desert not because we are enlightened, but because we rumble epic, space is the bass festival is on, everyone is on acid and the Lone Gunmen are DJing.

Deathsquad- Cruise Sex Ship (demo)

This kids Hours of Worship infiltrate the catacombs of a secret society of name unknown and unpronounceable even if you found it out and if you did then they’d have to kill you, at the bottom of the primeval gutter they stumble upon masqueraded figures dancing to some vicious hybrid of filtered euro-techno clamours and spaced out bleeping, this inspires them to make some musics which when unleashed upon the world create fiery backlash from Christians frothing about how mixing Goblin and Green Velvet is sinful, scenes of gnarly Blade-style disco bloodshed ensue and everyone is purified.

Hours of Worship-She’s in My Pulse

TINGS

If you are in London on Friday go to this and say hi to Alexis from us.

THEN THIS SATURDAY

And we’ll be in Brighton later cos we is omniscient.

And on the 15th (tix here)