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Rating: A punch to the brain's stomach… it's been some time (perhaps too much) since I attended the concert, but I've searched far and wide for the words within me, around me… I even tried to probe the deepest spaces of the cosmos, I sought help from elves and aliens, androids, and artificial intelligences; no one able to give me comfort, let alone a path to follow… the quartet, led by the malevolent mate Ian Williams (admiral of the interstellar ship Battles) and the undisputed master of driving force John Steiner, landed on a warm May evening, kidnapped the few onlookers, stealing their most hidden emotions and took off again… without leaving words.
I searched and searched again, without any luck, because they are no longer needed in the future world from which they come, only frightening echoes of dehumanized sounds emerged from the mouth of the cyborg-mutant Tyondai Braxton, set in a vortex of multiform and multicolored sound waves, still completely unknown to us. To find a bit of relief, I had to travel back in time almost a hundred years and re-find the words left by the poet Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, as a dark omen of the evolution that language would undergo nowadays… just as music will have in the next century thanks to Battles.
Extract from “Il Bombardamento Di Adrianopolis” 1924
“(4- SOMMA) around Adrianopolis + Bombardment + orchestra + promenade-of-the-colossus + workshop spreading concentric circles of reflections plagiechi children's laughter flowers steam-whistles waiting feathers scents stinks anxieties (INFINITE MONOTONOUS PERSUASIVE NOSTALGIC)
These weights thicknesses noises odors molecular whirlwinds catheters nets corridors of analogies competitions and synchronisms offering offering offering offering as a gift to my friends poets painters musicians and futurist-runositi-zang-tumb-tumb-zang-zang-tuuumb tatatatatatatata picpacpampacpacpicpampampac uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ZANG-TUMBTUMB-TUMBTUUUUUM”
Filippo Tommaso Marinetti had predicted the future.
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