Fuck yes, we can always use more of this machine.
This machine that types in beats, this machine that beats in types.
This freakout, this spazzout, this Devo-via-Polysics, this angular stabbing that smashes Giddy Motors against Enon to find something with nerdy nonsense against a real sense of heart until some ABD cousin of Dananananakroyd falls out.
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I love me some futurism.
That art with a slash of motion, with a love-hate with the machinery of the onrush of the increasingly human-free dis/u topia. Devo/Polysics/Enon flirted with it, but these guys tackle it head on, pure streaked motion, pure dread + pure enthusiasm, futurism made literal and explicit.
I love it. I love them for embracing it so fully.
It's a pure realization what so many flirted with, just tackling the de//human with full force, a grin that smashes teeth into metal, grins at the sparks, grins at the fire the sparks sparked, grins at the sparkling, flashing endgame 4.5/5
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