Glam techno spew pleading for recognition of humanity from nameless Other big Other brother thuds to ground the disintegrating utterances in digital skronk for dancing perhaps it's possible to hear crying but also be happy - what's it made of? we don't know but we can hear it, affirmation and despair simultaneous hurling fog and meaning at someone somewhere with B-side not the same asking to be degraded and unleashed into floating liberation of workless life and value not function, i want stuff for free don't you criticise me, is near but distant ungraspable perhaps we won't arrive there but we can hope.