For us, perishable sacks of fluid bouncing irregularly in trajectories full of confusion, waste and loss? Yes, the events contained within this album, in tracks such as ‘Stream Terminal’, ‘Machine Ecology’ or ‘Loading Vistas’ would undoubtedly be extreme.
Less so for neural networks evolved over aeons of subjective time, stretched across a Solar System-wide web, singularly conscious yet multiplying, shards of themselves implemented in impossibly sleek and highly specced hardware: ships, satellites, feats of astro-engineering, anthropomorphic, insectoid and gaseous probes navigating the empty geographies of Mars, Venus, Jupiter and its many moons, skating down the rings of Saturn in missions in the intersection between science and poetry.
And extreme in what way?
In the way in which technological systems evolved to achieve the deterministic inevitability of nature would feel extreme.
So, think of the artistic or architectural equivalent of ‘extreme weather events’. Cyclopean eyes blinking from massive impact craters, palaces of crystal rising from forlorn mesas, armies of anime-like arthropods covering tomorrow’s terminal beaches glyphs and emoji for ultra-complex feelings, vast instruments recording the post-human civilizational equivalent of a romantic mixtape after their first cosmic date.
Your time in this planet is limited, and as a logical consequence, it will only contain a few instances of true bliss. You should be grateful to have evolved the sensibility to experience them, and that there are sensations that bring them about.
You should also cherish them as precious things, perhaps even use them as benchmarks of your mortality.
Watch out for the signs of bliss before it arrives, new gradients of light transforming the horizon, molecules of joy spreading across your circulatory system, the pieces of a puzzle sliding together just before you realise its solution is at hand, the sonic glimmer of the first micro-seconds in Bing and Ruth symphony for the birth of a new world. Then say thank you, and surrender to bliss as it washes you away with its tidal might.
We have been listening to Bing and Ruth’s Tomorrow Was The Golden Age a lot in the last few days, it’s been good for us. It is coming out in October on RVNG Intl, and you should pre-order it now.
Today we celebrate the release of Spray Paint’sCussin’ 7” in Upset The Rhythm with a mixtape compiled by SP’s own Cory Plump. It is called FAVOURITE JAMS VS INFLUENCES and if you were to estimate the mean of its vibes, the result would come quite close to Spray Paint’s own propulsive psychedelic battlefield repeato-rock. As we usually do with these mixtapes, we will refrain from revealing the track-list and let you guess in the comment box.
Whoever gets the most correct will earn an infinitesimally small yet infinitely potent moment of their time in the eye of a desert whirlwind that proxies the skin-shredding abrasive thrust of SP’s Cussin’.