By means of sonic disruption via brainwave beams from future planet ERIS, The Telepathic Association for Radical Tranformative Sound (T.A.R.T.S) have been gifted AND burdened with a task to deliver a message.
Rhizomatic discord MUST reveal itself as shadow on dreamscape-e- walls while sonic booms MUST echo from open mouths and large electric amplifiers!
MISSION:
Sound as currency as language. It is bartered, traded, melted down, mixed, split-twixt-bombarded, DEranged then spat about.
Circling spacetraders suck up the pools of discarded language froth; fly up into orbit and dock here at FAXMACHINE, T.A.Z. (temporary autonomous zone), deposit said froth, disconnect and disperse into the stratosphere. Here, language is processed; moulded and crystallised, cut and polished, powdered and finally packed neatly into Jargon Aggregate Nuancer pods(J.A.N pods - A.K.A. DOGTOOTHs), then cranium-lazered back down and force-pulted into 70mph-plus-turbo-gusts without so much as a sniff, snort, blow-bye, chaise lounge, Alfie Weiderson note, address or destination!
The prodigal dust is collected, compressed and shared; Chipped, licked and experienced. Rinse and repeat; In perpetuum.
REimagination is imperative. RE interpretation is IMPERATIVE.
RE-inter-re-enter-parrot-call back-chat back- re-peat- reimagination is imperative-re-Imperatively-imagininate-re-idea-germinate! RE-image - re-picture - re-see -re-be-re-hear-re-SOUND!
The Fool on the precipice taps his staff and transitions into alchemist!
A.K.A:
The T.A.R.T.S must illuminate the main strips and the cinema aisles, the alleycats and the supermarket choirs; from Queen la shivas's eastern segmented head to the western alcoholic's teepee, from the wet northern floating tussock tufts down past the southern salty fizzy foam! The message must be broadcast loud and UNclear. Sonic Soul-diers, armed from fingerindex down across the midrift with stringed axes and synthesisers, must force through cracks preceded by banshee-primal screams and yelps!.
THE MESSAGE MUST BE DELIVERED. NO MATTER THE COST. THE MESSAGE MUST BE DELIVERED. SEND IN THE TARTS! SEND IN THE TARTS!
credits
released September 29, 2023
All Songs written by the Tarts
Cover by The Tarts
Mastered by Ike Zwanikken
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