and then this, which is first off one of the greatest techno records ever made by anyone ever
and to give you all your national due, one of the finest works of art ever produced by an English person
lightning in bottle but what lightning - shot directly from the fingertips of some luminous eldritch god
one of the ultimate limitations impose creativity situations, combined with everything going wrong to produce emergent property magic
like, there are some great techno records - mostly Detroit, or people trying to tastefully echo Detroit
but how many are fucking magical? and mysterious? (Drexciya, OK, some deep, ambiguous cats for sure)
the soundtrack of a spice caravan 1000 years ago but without a shred of Orientalism, and also everyone is on drugs
kiss you're beautiful these are truly the last days but without any of the angst
there's only like 3 things happening but again somehow they evoke a sense of the infinite, a whole universe in a two-bar bassline
you and I will die and our bones will wither to dust, and that echoing 808/909 percussion will go clattering on, perpetual motion machine