Revel in an anti-celebrity activity, making tapes seems like the most backward, irrational ambition that’s possible but all the creations and technologies that we rely on day to day have resulted from idiosyncratic and eccentric invention or discovery; behaviour that might easily be classed as 'mental disorder' by modern standards. Peoples mental health will decline if culture is consumed by excess, then it will regress, adopting a warlike mentality. There is a battle with the past, a desire to expand like a force fed animal, swallowing up everything to get fat profits. The casualties are those who have studied and learnt a craft, centred round a particular technology who suddenly find their skills are redundant, rendered obsolete like the previous years model, superseded to feed an appetite for something ‘new’ when no 'improvements' have been made. Ultimately genuine innovation gets sidelined when change is merely superficial.

There is always a chance of a feedback loop of retro consciousness. The sounds on the tapes describe these fractal processes, rules are followed then broken, anarchy is allowed to rein supreme for a moment then contained, there is the perspective of the observer witnessing the flaying of uncontrolled technology screaming forth. The sound is provocative, corrupted and distorted by overdriving or equalising in atonal amounts. The architecture of ancient machines is exposed and abused. The time signiture becomes illegible as currents of electricity are steered through resisters and diodes. Each track is hand made, improvised, there are numerous and various participants, machines obsolete and noisy are utilized to describe to a blindfolded person the parameters of the great mechanism of civilisation that we all inhabit and conspire to propel. Is this art or just a noise? Spin a coin to decide but which side will you choose, which side of the cassette tape?