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tour U.S.A. / North America Nov., Dec., Jan. 2005/2006
CD (G.I.C.S.N.) 2002
10 tales from the meat-side of the cyber-divide.
A hard-rok dissertation on the post-new world order from the perspective of post-September 12 Auckland (New Zealand, the other side of the dateline).
A 3 man 1 woman crew playing with electricity and kinetics; fashioning an antidote to nu-metal and the nu-m.o.r
it's just a push away / it aint paranoia / rokinrol ram raid / manimal / no rulz / neanderthal / back to the city / heavy water / iron eagle / strength through power
Dave (guitar+sing) Matt (guitar+sing) Karin (bass+sing) Rich (drums+sing)
Recorded at Frisbee #6 (Arch Hill) by Bob, 2002
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Downloadable mp3 0" (G.I.C.S.N.) 2005
It Ain't Paranoia lo-res - hi-res /Neanderthal lo-res - hi-res
(lo-res are heavily compressed mono ~.3Mb, hi-res are full stereo ~4/6Mb)
The highway to heaven is paved with this epigram, a nu-aphorism embracing both Nancy Reagan's "Just say no" and Nike's "Just do it". The grand solution is dissolution. Line up the universe to the crosshairs of your blind-spot then break on through to the other side.
Would you trust this man to baby-sit on book-club night? Would you vote him leader of the free world? As the buildings collapse this song asks the questions - What are acceptable levels of paranoia and What if it ain't paranoia?
A smash and grab for the bodies of your children and the minds of your children's children. In the post dance/trance milieu this is like shooting anaesthetised fish in a drained barrel.
An 8 legged 8 armed 4 brained beast, fueled by chemicals and electricity, set on world domination and Rok in Rol oblivion.
The manifesto to end all manifestoes. NO RULZ RULES OK
In the future everything will be retro. In the future we won't listen to music we'll just shoot it up. In the future everyone will have an optical upload port fitted to their eyeball.
An idyll evoking the rejection of the bucolic life. If the man won't go to the city, the city will inexorably sprawl to the man.
The exposition movement of the album-closing trilogy;
A pre-apocalyptic love song. All the plans are readily accessible on the web. Everyday there are pre-teens bypassing the net-nanny and uploading the anarchists cookbook.
The development of the theme;
A plutonium-hued meditation that nostalgically recalls the innocent days of nuclear nightmares and M.A.D. The two decades after "The Day After" make it all seem so much simpler then or has time re-written every line?
The full recapitulation in a post-grunge dropped-D leit-motif;
If the meek inherit the earth what weapons-system will they use? Was Nazi Germany the result of triumph of the weak will? Does the nu-society preach triumph of the whim? Was David Gray a mass murderer before he killed anyone? Is (sub)urban neurosis the new cancer? Will the bourgeoisie survive? Will Prozac finally close the doors to perception and deliver the utopia we have all been promised?
