Eyes closing; the drugs don't work; no verve... Racing away from everything... Somewhere, midway through the day I discover Bacon Rolls are my Spirit Food, the only thing I can now chew, own lips excepted, others lips excepted... May as well be skinned, eyes curled into the head, staring at your own neuranatomy... the NDE tunnel, flipping into a Reindeer piss-stained Shangri La taxi rank... It's relentless; hits the ground running... amphetamine fuelled at first and then gradually succumbing to a Ketamine (Special K) dissociative state before heading towards, but never quite getting to, an ecstatic, endorphin-soaked bliss...
Before that there's desert rumblings and electronics from Tinawaren and Tuung; melodies slipping between the 2 bands like a Roman priest reading entrails...
Tinariwen - Mano Dayak
...girls covered in dirt... and, yes, Eat Static playing out into familiar territory in The Glade...
Eat Static - Gulf Breeze
we're just a walk away now from Glasvegas who more or less blow it because the dialogue gets mumbled and the messages missed... there's freakery and feedback but on a Sunday night, with the light fading, words are needed...
...Blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... Black Eyed Peas (I'm with a girl): shift pace, a giant green, skinned head looks right at us... knees are busted open at the seams... 14 year old girls going torture porn apeshit behind me as every bassline kicks in... their arms and legs going in all directions (even the ones you can't point to)... we are pummelled...gasp..pummelled again...you'd expect Martyrs to go out with a bang but it's not that bang... there's not the eye-pop scene you might expect from such spawn...but it does end in words; Martyr - from the Latin martyr < Ancient Greek μάρτυρ (martyr), later form of μάρτυς (martys) "witness".
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