Depeche Mode The Sun And The Rainfall ( Cyborg Remix by Dominatrix )

Nové Můra - Do You Feel It Inside? (Absolute Body Control cover)

http://soundcloud.com/novemura/nov-m-ra-do-you-feel-it-inside

The Necrology Interview

3:AM: Necrology (Paraphilia Books) has been referred to as a “cyberpunk katabasis beyond Burroughs or Guyotat,” but how do you see it?

Gary J. Shipley: Two freshly spliced entities – joint terminals of biocapturism – united in carnal bonds eradicating the binary presuppositions of their former corpse incarcerations, those old emotions reduced to catabolism, human tissue into gas – skin traumas shaped like the beyond of flesh.

Kenji Siratori: Just like the soul of the cadaver that fills the thin placenta of the stratosphere that is split to the human body of anonymity in the earth of before dawn...

The full interview is here...

dewtone podcast 011 - fingers in the noise

DewTone Podcast 011 - Fingers In The Noise

Elder mix No.11 by DJ Elder

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Matt Millar with Tertius Radnitsky: http://tershyrad.tumblr.com/post/5012770061/collected-facebook-postings

“As soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape.”
―William S. Burroughs

DVS NME Presents Dark Science Electro: Guest Mix by DJ Robodum - B.A.S.S. Radio - 09.30.11 

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TRACKLIST:
Mehatronik - 8bit Comp Machine
Dr Break - Sad Computer (Frustrated Dialog)
Boris Divider - Remote Operator
Anthony Rother - Don’t Stop The Beat (full audio version)
Kraftwerk - Tour De France (etape 2)
Modul Eve - Pale Blue Dot
Jeff Miles - The Bells
Spinks vs. Kalbata - Contact J (Dexorcist remix)
Illektrolab - Dirty Robot
Spinks - Anger Voltage
Galaxian - Pancake Wednesday
Chris Mccormack - What Kind Of Sound (part 1)
Robodrum - Mind Destruction
Badaszewski - C-Machine
Paul Blackford - We Have The Technology
Synapse - Blast Radius

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All Praise onto Thee
Coven cohorts assembled; hands held hellbound. The skull knows more… more than those thoughts of thine. Somewhere, at some time, a banshee cried abashed… who in heaven hailed with that wail? Bleed onto me! All praise onto thee! A blood drop dripped summoning the demise of the ritual - it had all passed as wished: a mockery, no less - performed to appease the thrill seeking youths who has assembled at Gary Kingston’s country house. Though Melissa Thornby had seen more in those minutes than ever in her youth: an enlightenment in the murky smouldering rivers of smoke that charred upwards into her; nostril channeled into a mind henceforth filled with dark thoughts that would realise themselves in the slaying of Henry Maston and Ulrika Johnston, her flatmates, that eve. Oh, Gary, how could you be so careless

chairz_made of human skeletonz - All Venetian_Snarez mix by sOul sCientiSt

http://www.mixcloud.com/sOuL_sCientiSt/chairz_made-of-human-skeletonz/

Hypnagothique – Clash Of The Titans Vol.4

http://www.alterati.com/blog/2011/09/hypnagothique-clash-of-the-titans-vol-4/

Future Music

Andre Bréton “The Forest in the Axe”

Someone just died but I’m still alive and yet I don’t have a soul any more. I have nothing but a transparent body inside of which transparent doves throw themselves on a transparent dagger held by a transparent hand. I see effort in all its beauty, real effort that nothing can calculate, just before the last star makes its appearance. The body I live in like a hut and on lease detests the soul I had that’s floating in the distance. It’s time to be done with that famous duality for which I’ve taken so much blame. The time’s past when lightless and ringless eyes drew turbulence from the pools of color. There’s no more red or blue. The unanimous red-blue fades away in turn like a robin redbreast in the hedges of neglect. Someone just died— neither you nor me nor them exactly but all of us, save me who survives in many respects: I’m still cold, for instance. Enough of that. Bring fire! Fire! Or better yet some rocks so I can break them, or better yet some birds so I can follow them, or better yet some corsets so I can lace them tight around dead women’s waists, so they’ll come back to life and love me with their exhausting hair, their disheveled glances. Bring fire, so we don’t die for a glazed fig, bring fire so the Italian straw hat isn’t just a performance. Hello, lawn! Hello, rain! It’s me, the unreal breath of this garden. The black crown placed on my head is a cry of migratory crows because until now there were only those buried alive, not many for that matter, and now I’m the first of the aired-out dead. But I have a body not to be undone, to force the reptiles to admire me. Bloody hands, mistletoe eyes, mouth of dead leaves and glass (the dead leaves stir under the glass, they aren’t as red as one might think, when indifference lays bare its voracious methods), hands to pluck you, minuscule thyme of my dreams, rosemary of my extreme pallor. I don’t have a shadow anymore. Ah, my shadow, my dear shadow. I have to write a long letter to the shadow I’ve lost. I’ll start with My dear shadow. Shadow, my dearest. You see. There’s no more sun. There’s only one tropic out of two. There’s no more than one man out of a thousand. There’s only one woman out of the absence of thought that characterizes in pure black this damned epoch. That woman holds a bouquet of everlastings shaped like my blood.

Justin Lee Brown

"The False Mirror of Emotions" 9X12 Pen and Ink

Miekal And

The Mothership

FACT mix 281: John Heckle

This isn't 'one of the best house mixes of the year', it is THE best house mix of the year. If there is a better one, I would dearly love to hear it.

Download the mix here