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Spawanie Synchroniczne ‘Spawanie Synchroniczne’
“Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact” mused science fiction poet Michael Moorcock on Hawkwind’s ‘Black Corridor’. The dark, cold, infinite of space can strike terror in its awesome vacuum of meaning, its brutal void eroding significance by its mere existence. The forces of blank nihility forever lurk, a shadow threatening our narratives, delusions, and…
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Heads on Sticks 2021
Are we really at the dawn of 2022 already!? Reflecting on the past 12 months of new music and where I was when collating last year’s roundup brings home the enormous leap forward I’ve had in my wellbeing and enthused anticipation for new ventures ahead. While the artists that scored my 2020 served more like…
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Cosey Mueller ‘Interior Escapes’
What exactly is an interior escape? A quick Google search reveals a dreary list of lifestyle blogs and beige decor Instagrams, yet Berlin synthpunk artist Cosey Mueller offers a different interpretation; an illicit entice of exotic, vintage sex ads that recall a time before the ubiquity of pornography when erotica was seedy, mysterious and the…
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Badtime ‘Badtime Vol. 1’
The universe of Badtime is a strange place indeed. A black and white swirling mash of junk, switchblades and broken bottles mulched together in a frenzy of raw scribbled doodles, whereby the entangled backstreets and alleys knotted together in a maddening labyrinth is populated by skulking, grinning demon felines plucked from a nightmarish Fleischer animation,…
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DEB5000 ‘Debutante’
Just your luck. After narrowly escaping a horde of bloodthirsty, genetically mutated rats in a nuclear-ravaged future, the hazmat suited authorities that have saved you take off their helmet to reveal a grotesque, rodent-humanoid face, licking its lips with salivating want. It’s a nightmare scenario familiar to many women in the here and now, as…
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Set-Top Box ‘Max Headroom’
Max Headroom needs a comeback. Not as some cynical, commercial opportunity in the stagnant climate of tiresome irony or retro derivativity, but because the computer-generated V.J.’s stuttering commentary and glitchy witticisms have never felt so apt to cover the explosion of eggpunk infecting Sydney and Melbourne. Miscreants like Research Reactor Corp., Gee Tee, Billiam, and a whole family…
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