Our bodies would quake and transform - shaking as if caught in a tumultuous downpour - elated and unrestrained. How high our arms would fly over our heads as we would strive to reach that neon light - the glowing, neon messiah platformed before us. He would wave his arms, gesticulating madly, accenting the very words spewing forward from his mouth. An ocean of bodies - weaving to and fro like waves. Captain of choruses - psychedelic shaman. As the music floated throughout our bodies, we would become possessed. Eyes rolling far back in our heads, mouths wide open, sweat dripping like a rainstorm - you would inhabit our very being. We would shout in unison as we acknowledged the hold you had over us. Effluent. Phosphorescent sorcerer of willing, loyal, joyous masses.

Tonight, tonight, tonight at the Rickshaw Stop in SF - GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Meanwhile, hurry and purchase the Boring Horror (12” Single) which will be officially released on the 7th of March (limited edition 12” vinyl and digital) from deBonton (US Distributor: Forced Exposure)

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♪ File under: electronic, hyperpop, OH BOY!

A tenebrous fog blanketed the land as we slowly made our way up the hillside. I could feel the shape of my face changing to an unfamiliar texture. Hardly recognizable as the person I was before, I journeyed alongside you. Hand in hand, we would roam over the rocky, mossy terrain. Climbing and scouring the countryside for any answers we could find, we walked until our soles were bruised and bloody. You found a beauty in my eyes - a refuge that you so desperately sought. Drinking in my utterances, my breath, you would relish in my gentle anguish. It was hard to acknowledge your acceptance - the tenderness of your caress, your sweet, soft strokes against my forehead. Pity wasn’t the motivation behind your nudging, there was something far more foreign. Sentimental savior, seductive suitor - seeing past the lines and scars of a face which longed to be transfigured. 

Back in 2004/2005 - DFA 1979 was my favorite band. I couldn’t get enough of them let alone contain my excitement when I saw them live. Fast forward to nearly 6 years later and just the mere mention of the band is enough to send me into fits of fangirl squealing. Imagine my reaction upon discovering this chilling Christian Aids remix of DFA 1979’s “You’re A Woman, I’m A Machine”. Pulsating machinery - the perfect backdrop for robotic rituals. 

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♫ File under: darkwave, remix, electronic, i robot

You call out to me with a longing that I chose not to hear. Angered by your apparent admiration, I choose to hide myself away from you. Everything you do, your attempt to mirror my movement, only causes frustration and despair. Annoyed and baffled, I finally call out to you:

“Will you continue to shadow my actions? Can you just stop and consider the outcome of what your every step may cause? ENOUGH!”

In my heart, I begin to believe that no attempt on my part could make you see any different. Nothing I do will make your emulation cease. My heart, beaten and battered, cannot be appeased. Others recognize the mockery you have created and attempt to console my bruised countenance. As I strive to move forward, my head drums and pounds - words seem to dash to and fro. Disjointed, like the words that flow from your mouth, nonsensical, like the letters you compose - my thoughts, stifled and incoherent, begin to signal an end to my niceties. Fangs drawn, talons sharpened. Determined. 

“Clawing Out At The Walls” by Dominant Legs and remixed by Algodón Egipcio plays out almost like my defeated and discouraged heart. It is triumphant yet fed up - a sort of kiss off song that you can dance jubilantly too. And, like the title, I feel a vain attempt in getting a point across - forever clawing at a wall that will not come down. 

♪ File under: electronic, remix