Music Re-View 12.1 (Remix)

 

All Images: February 2022

[Audio Transcript]:

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but wait human give the sense of journeying through an unfamiliar neighbourhood we're talking instrumental songs field recording experimental sounds skip blind County Johnson has taught channel 02 anticipating impending interruption of the global media system I fell for it and fell hard during the emotional turmoil last police brutality many found themselves asking whatever happened to the artist that could make music feel like it was made just for me 

concrete statements become more legible and it become somehow infected by urban dwelling general resorty organic o'nella a dark ambient melodies glide by landscape voices but they will only give you scrap from the banquet table to possibly be human wandering the streets making very human noises they sneeze cough inhale robot place you write at the edge of the production pushing the envelope another couple of inches into the places that you hesitate to go it feels as though you are really close up like being in the room sharing the same headphones with the Creator making the atmosphere is cold and dry microphone sounds at times like an explosion 

far away there is a wavering impossible to talk about the present without thinking of Lost futures it's raining a lot thing is not quite right in the story we are listening to the trans human is steam of a stable cyberpunk future government tyranny and genre spanning collection of extraordinarily detailed interludes I meant to use wiser already there's no one else making records like this it is better it sounds anything else quite like this and something that could be nice or coins or something else metallic rubbing against each other tap here to remove ads Audible: audiobooks & podcasts ads by Google stop seeing this ad why this ad?

Music Re-View 12

 

All Images: Central & North-East Leicester, February 2022

[The muted harrumph of a throat being cleared/ cans being opened and drinks poured]/ I would not want to be in the story I am listening to/ it feels like a depiction of the slow understanding that one's idealized love is slowly ebbing away beneath the day-to-day destruction of reality/ no opening line or expository declaration materializes in its wake/ remember when you disinfected each plastic bag after grocery shopping?/ the result is addictive/ yet disconcerting for reasons unknown; a soft gliding mixture/ from subway to subway, divining the thoughts of the denizens of each building you pass/ you feel as if you are Bruno Ganz hovering from apartment to apartment, you pass/ recuperando un approccio documentaristico che racconta la dimensione urbana attraverso un collage di suoni/ the forgotten, undervalued individuals that inhabit the night/ foresee that, as all the signals collapse into noise, a sub-primordial chaos entity will arrive.

Mixtapes/ let's quickly talk about mixtapes/ from the first track, you can hear that once-roaring stream of consciousness slow to a trickle and freeze over/ the second you change the language to mixtape, nobody cares/ these are interstitial anthems, expressionistic and open-ended, delirious but deliberate, attuned to the drift and dreamstate of the current moment/ nach einem guten Jahr Pandemie bei Nachdenken uber die eigene Lage, bei dem Gewohntes neu in den Blick genommen und in Frage gestellt wird/ but wait, what exactly is a mixtape?/ it's human, but in a way that alienates rather than comforts, using processed, wounded-sounding samples to give the sense of journeying through an unfamiliar neighbourhood/ (we're talking instrumentals, songs, spoken word, field recordings, experimental sounds, skits)/ Blind Humpty Johnson has taught Channel Zero to anticipate an impending interruption of the global media system/ I fell for it and fell hard/ during the withering emotional turmoil of last year's uprisings against police brutality/ many found themselves asking: whatever happened to the artist that could make music feel like it was made just for me?

As the album progresses, concrete statements become more legible, and it becomes possible to delineate/ reverb-dunked guitar coming up against low scrapes of what sounds like cello and TV buzz/ the dubstep artist has gone silent/ electronic music, has become somehow infected by urban dwelling: beats are now part of our casual experience/ ogni brano ha un paessaggio timbrico interiore, sebbene il sound generale risulti organico nella sua dark ambience/ melodies glide by, carefully panning over a detailed landscape with a wide-angle lens/ they mostly resemble the progressive rock staple of the late 60s, where organs bridged an uneasy, at times even blasphemous, apocalyptic edge/ there are voices/ but they will only give you scraps from the banquet table/ they are too distorted and high-pitched to possibly be human. Empty corpses wandering the streets making very human noises: they sneeze, cough, inhale/ robots/ place you right at the edge of/ the production/ pushing the envelope another couple of inches/ into the places that you hesitate to go/ it feels as though you are really close up; like being in the same room, sharing the same headphones with the creator/ structure feels like/ a fishbone, rigged up to be kind of skitty, sharp.

Behind the concrete facades, there's a world of our own making/ the atmosphere is cold and eerie. The wind hitting the microphone sounds at times like an explosion far away.  There is a wavering sub-bass/ why shouldn't there be? The world has degraded to a dystopian shadow realm that's made it impossible to talk about the present without thinking of lost futures/ it's raining a lot/ as I write these lines/ it quickly becomes clear that something is not quite right in the story we are listening to/ the transhumanist dream of a stable Cyberpunk future, which seemed within arm's reach throughout the last decade, is now no more than a fractured desire/ it's somewhat of an occult idea, these parallel societies that create their own belief systems and ritualistic mythology/ nichts davon erscheint redundant/ we will inevitably look back at this time with grim memories about corrupt governments, tyranny and/ a genre-spanning collection of extraordinarily detailed interludes/ am Ende ist man auf diffuse Weise ergriffen.

It is a work for those already/ decommissioned and left to rot/ there's no one else making records like this/ it is better, it sounds real/ open your heart, and let it take you into the night/ it is unlikely that you will experience anything else quite like this for the rest of the year/ [water dripping and rain pouring... and something that could be knives or coins or something else metallic rubbing against each other].

'This S(c)eptic Isle': Notional Pride 10 (trans_late)

 

All Images: North-West Leicester, January 2022

[Translation]:

General Findings

a.  and Ignoring the pandemic, the gang, if the order is to ask the hulks to be good enough for the fringe of their life, it's important to be true to the behaviour of their groups.

ii.  The reality of hiring the high part of the salary in question is not large, somewhat juxtaposed by the employment centre in the state, except for the fact that all the stench checks on the British.

iii.  At that hour, all over the country, they did not think much about what they were picking up, building up, proponing as a mozhlivist, beyond the grave, the health of the population and what they could do in the eyes of the enormity.  At different times, in different parts of the present and in false ministries, there was neither peace nor judgement.  It's not the fault of the facts.  Others were not allowed to roar like they stink.

4: Above the world survival of alcohol, foreigners do not get used to the shy place.  I report all my efforts in order to keep the department clear and primed for the sake of alcoholic tuberculosis on the job site.

Five at No. 10 Detest Ingrown Gardens is reserved for the Prem"yer-ministra and the private sector Nos. 10 &11 Rodent Twinges.  During the period of the pandemic, he was often chosen, as the robots were doing, and everyone is a fan of the group selection in the ventilated household.  Tse buv cunning walk, like a club, but the garden was victorious for harvesting, without the explicit permission of chi zahochennya.  Don't fit.  Whether any official access to the premises, including fees, is to be blamed for more than requested and in a peaceful environment.

VI.  The hunting team, if its joint work struggled with the command, witnessed by the wars under the hour robots, ale node in a moment.  Joden employee does have the right to object or provoke a violation during the meeting hour.  Simple topics for experienced consultants on such issues and line setups.

VII.  The rest of the number of jobs at Net Downer Setting is in uncertain growth.  Rozmir, the scale and servants are in order more than usual, they bear with a small branch of the department, lower with the cabinet of the Prem"yer-ministra.  Equally watch out for Unhinging's structures, which operate without interruption, have not been splintered with improvements and expansions.  Zagalnays pobudova is short and foldable, which node leads to straying among the author's verses.  Vidpovidalnist and ochikuvannya relies on knavish township person, the main zavdannya £ £ without intermediary support of the Prem"yer-ministra.  This should be said first.

Deleuzeian Diversion 4.1/Liver_Pool 02 (Remix)

 

All Images: January 2022

[Translation]:

Every time a dividing line bursts into a flight line, the rhizome breaks, but the flight line is part of the rhizome. The lines are still connected. Humans, material properties - from Renaissance to Concrete Fascism to Concrete Fascism.

It's never about breaking down organisms or killing oneself, but opening up bodily connections, thinking about overall arrangements, circuits, combinations, levels and thresholds, routes and distribution of intensity, limits and measurable limits. Working as a surveyor.

In contrast, sharp lines do not start from the ground, but generate electricity, like drilling a hole in a pipe; no social system will liberate him from all sides, even if he gives up his pledge to prevent escape. The path of flight is unimaginative and has no symbolic meaning. Nothing is more active than flying wire, be it animals or humans.

Deleuzeian Diversion 4/Liver_Pool 02

Liverpool Docks, January 2022

"There is a rupture in the rhizome whenever segmentary lines explode into a line of flight, but the line of flight is part of the rhizome.  These lines always tie back to one another.  That is why one can never posit a dualism or a dichotomy, even in the rudimentary form of the good and bad.  You may make a rupture, draw a line of flight, yet there is still a danger that you will reencounter organizations that restratify evrything, formations that restore power to a signifier, attributions that reconstitute a subject - anything you like, from Oedipal resurgences to fascist concretions.  Groups and individuals contain microfascisms just waiting to crystalize." [1.]

 

"Dismantling the organism has never meant killing yourself, but rather opening the body to connections that presuppose an entire assemblage, circuits, conjunctions, levels and thresholds, passages and distributions of intensity, and territories and deterritorializations measured with the craft of a surveyor." [2.]

Central Liverpool, January 2022

"Lines of flight, for their part, never consist in running away from the world but rather in creative runoffs, as when you drill a hole in a pipe; there is no social system that does not leak from all directions, even if it makes its segments increasingly rigid in order to seal the lines of flight.  There is nothing imaginary, nothing symbolic about a line of flight.  There is nothing more active than a line of flight, among animals and humans." [3.]

Liverpool Docks, January 2022

[1.], [2.], [3.]:  Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guattari, 'A Thousand Plateaus' (Trans. Brian Massumi), London/NYC/Dublin, Bloomsbury Academic, 2021/1988

Liver_Pool 01 (trans_late)

 

All Images: Liverpool Docks, January 2022

En BBC News reports that a decision was made in China, the list was deleted, MEPs voted to vote, the list of five voted, the list of five was against the move Two, two, two, two, two, born two, two, two, two, two, two, two, two, two, ruled two invalid ballots.

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The city's marina is connected to the history of the British Empire

Liverpool is often  referred to as the 'Slave Capital of the World' because it has been legally repealed. Recall Recall Recall Recall Recall Recall Recall Recall Recall Recall (Mrs Yahoo Ad), said Dianna Haj New York Times (International Museum) [character] Slave in Opened in 2007 Royal Albert Dock AG SNESE,

others are still under construction.

In February, Liverpool City Council approved another to serve Years as Mrs Cally Hitch reported Christal Milch to the Liverpool Echo in 2016. Liverpool used export coal to supply export coal.

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In a statement, I said: "I think Embryo morale Makes a Resident Contribution to UNESCO".

The Green Light (Happy New Year)

 

All Images: Central Leicester, December 2021

"And as I sat there, brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock.  He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.  He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.  It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further ... And one fine morning - 

"So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past." [1.]

[1.]:  F. Scott Fitzgerald, 'The Great Gatsby', London, Penguin Ltd., 2000 (First Pub. 1926)