The Prefab Messiahs – Psychsploitation Today


And all the kings horses and all the kings men
insisted there was nothing wrong
the reports were inaccurate at best
Humpty remains a potent national symbol
and although they did take time to remind us
it was not time to renounce timidity
danger is still at large!
Humpty is still safe but only because of our eternal vigilance
and because our leaders were brave
brave enough to keep secrets
brave enough to keep us indoors


Thomas Dinger – Für mich

fur mich

I’d set my alarm for Now, and it had gone, as described, so I upped, as necessary. Pausing only to sip on a PowerJuice® I embarked and began, the flow led me towards Mash, in Logovila. A big swine was going down, seeping. My job, such as it was, was to ease its stupor, and for this, I required a tardis. Having entered the reverential code of confidence, the entry slipped and I was forth, spread across the problem like a one-being solution. I smiled, which isn’t easy when you’re being spread across a problem, although it was actually quite an amenable problem, we had met before, these encounters had by way of a ritual about them. Ritual writ large, and with social consequences.

Who am I to care about consequences? Here’s a pillar, suffering, righteous, full and tottering, and if I don’t attend to it, I won’t attend to it and the vibrations will cause an event, much like creation, but not as good or as longlasting. Time, I suggested, for some monotony. Interesting times, indeed.

The judge sat me down, where I was resting, and began his instruction, regarding me as he regaled me, interpreting me as he introduced me to the subject I was to occupy that day. Metapillars were needed to counteract some very obvious dangers, many of which were manifesting internally in all sorts of interesting ways… remember, we’re aiming for tedium! At least you know what will happen with it. So I was to be the foreman on the Metapillar Construction Ethos, a new team of engineers with skills so obvious we should brook no bargaining. Don’t let the ice in…

The Redundant Architects™ have been moaning again, it seems… they knew the nanobuilders were coming, and they could have got on board, but no, they insisted their outmoded ‘Innovative Technique’ was the right way for building buildings, even though most of us had cottoned on to the fact that universal harmony was better adhered to, so designing builders that could be naturally attuned to such harmony seemed the most reasonable way of achieving these effects. Why they still insist on training these new architects who will never design a real building.. I overheard some of these talking the other day. They tell of a fantastical island in the middle of the ocean where human beings design a building before its built! Yes! And these are the rationalists…

“You’re on,” I said to your honour, just as he was leaving.
“You’re just swapping one kind of hassle for another, and calling it progress,” he replied, in the shape of a wandering interlocutor, dressed as an agitator, acting like a riot.
“So you say. I’m off hunting for buried pleasure.” I love a good ritual parting, and began my treatment. Today, we dowse with the electronic tonic, that which renders us not as we would otherwise be, but isn’t everything? By which logical proximity we can but surmise: all is as it should be, except for that which isn’t, and maybe not even that. I am not to say, for I don’t know, as knowledge is only transiently useful. I ordered the cringe, hardback edition, publishers discretion, subject to criticism – no work of art is complete without the stain of criticism. Fuck the purists, they have such sweet orgasms, god I want to fuck a purist.

Anna von Hausswolff – Dead Magic


A frame is empty on the table
I wonder if a picture went within
it stands alone upon the table
an object with no sense of in between
so I take it with me to the station
to see if I can fill the frame back up
I’m instantly surrounded by a halo
because the frame comes with baggage-laden love

so I’m drinking coffee in a cafe
the clocks are singing that it’s night
I’m holding auditions for the picture
and waiting for the hopefuls to arrive
the frame is getting pretty restless
nothing likes loneliness for long
but you can’t just force things together
especially if they don’t have a bond

I left the frame with the cafe owner
if a picture comes along he’ll let me know
but it wasn’t my nest to open
so it isn’t my burden to let go
for every picture has a moment
a time that it will capture you inside
but all of my pictures have been broken
there are no pictures in my mind


Fuco – Addicted


The valley of death has relocated
and now you wouldn’t recognise it
it’s a matter of life you step inside
where sunset replaces sunrise

might keep you guessing
you know you’ve seen this place before
it’s the street around the corner
it’s the world outside your only door

the valley of death has had a refit
you’ve really got to come and see it
from the cradle you can save some opinions
and you get to test them out
one by one

Cardiac Park is moving in
Soda Themepark is taking over

the valley of death has had a relaunch
you know you’ll get to see it doesn’t matter of course
life is like a box, no, nothing like a box
can you let me keep these thoughts?
they’re all that I’ve got

Jex Thoth – Blood Moon Rise


Can I borrow your gun a moment? Don’t worry, you can go back to chasing your phantoms in a moment, I’ll give it straight back.
There’s a target on the loose. It must have done something or it wouldn’t be a target and it wouldn’t be on the loose. Straight back down the sine wave, we each began the ride.
During the break, we’ll be discussing where to put our greetings cards when we’ve done eviscerading them. Our sponsors are sure to be doing the same, why not stick around and check?
With no end in sight, we kept pursuing, I the pursued, seeking respite, but the producers told me it was too successful to stop, so I must keep running – I thought a day would be a day, one revolution, no more. Now I wish I knew more, like when to pull the trigger, only if I knock down this target, the show is over. Here, have your gun back.


Sort of a gig review – JuJu / Psychic Lemon

This was at The Soundhouse in Leicester, yesterday, 15th Feb 2018CE.

In times past, whenever people have said blokes can’t multi-task, I’ve always responded ‘drummers.’

I’m now going to respond ‘the drummer from Psychic Lemon.’ Not only does dude play a wicked rhythm, he also gets in playing the keyboard whilst drumming!
Band have a monster groove. Me like the jam-band that doesn’t play dirgey music aesthetic. Me will watch again.

Listen to them here (sidebar: Chelmsford is my origin)

JuJu. I do not type this lightly. One of the best sets I’ve ever watched. Again, groove. Mostly it was just unerringly uplifting, positive. They transformed one of my least favourite weeks ever into one of my favourite ever, solely with their performance. If you get a chance to watch, do so.