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Lemon City, United States
Oozing from a seedy Tokyo hotel you hear it: A surreal SYNTHWAVE potlatch. The basic structure is a banquet. Music at the banquet will be provided, given some of the brobots will have to eat later. SYNTH fuels itself by the constant Moloch-like gulping down of everyone’s creative powers & ideas. It’s more desperate for your EARHOLES than cops for bludgeoning minorities. No doubt you’ll wonder about the impossibility of overcoming the SOUND, both as moral code which labels your desires forbidden, or as priest of the inner landscape beating us with our own fear of the MIGHTY DECKS.
See you in cyberspace…cowboy.