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== <small>'''Texto'''</small> ==
 
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''nobody
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„Sound invades us, impels us, drags us, transpierces us... it takes leave of the earth...It
 +
makes us want to die. Ecstasy and hypnosis.
 +
Colours do not move a people. Flags can do
 +
nothing without trumpets”
 +
Deleuze & Guattari – Thousand Plateaus
  
knows where you’re at...''
+
TechNET is a multi-personal affirmation of
 +
techno that seeks to elaborate and propel
 +
the continued outbursts of psycho-social
 +
tumult that this music is creating. Never
 +
numbered or dated, each issue of Tech-
 +
NET could be the first or the last. Always
 +
at a beginning and always incomplete,
 +
TechNET is a “glorified flyer” that is given
 +
away at parties, deposited in record shops
 +
and sent out along the third rail. What follows are re-mixed and re-connected compositions sampled from TechNET tracks.
  
We could begin anywhere. A history of
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'''Positive Futurism'''
  
techno would be too obvious and would
+
We could begin anywhere. A history would
 +
be too obvious and would imply that
 +
techno's creative phase was over, that it
 +
was now time to juggle with rarity. Such
 +
attempts at a genealogy of techno, a hierarchical archeology, or a precise pinpointing of musicians would prohibit an
 +
understanding of the simultaneity of multiple codes, the overlapping between styles
 +
and forms. Techno cannot be allotted a
 +
place as either pop or an avant-garde
 +
music – on the whole it doesn't take
 +
refuge in art and slips away from categorisation as the net of naming is unfurled. It
 +
avoids the discipline of nostalgia which
 +
keeps people in the thrall of the past, unable to even think of the future but always
 +
referring back. Nostalgia is a language of
 +
lack, a language that fills people with longings for a past that never happened, a
 +
present that never comes, for the gift that
 +
never arrives.
  
imply that the creative phase was over. Any at-
+
'''No More Words'''
  
tempts at a genealogy, a hierarchical archeology,
+
Techno music opens up a space for a critique of language or at least it raises the
 +
issue of power inherent in language. A rejection of words in the form of vocals to a
 +
song allows the listener a far more open
 +
field of exploration, a space where it is
 +
possible to discover those immanent
 +
thoughts that are beyond syntax. For
 +
words guide us to order, they instil in us
 +
the need to have others speak for us; they
 +
make us receptive to the fixity of imposed
 +
meaning...a living and illicit speech where
 +
listening is not judged as passive but part
 +
of a process of communication. The letter
 +
kills the spirit, life in general is mobility itself.
  
or a precise pinpointing of musicians prohibit an un-
+
'''What Is Heard In Sound Is The Non - Face'''
  
derstanding of the simultaneity of multiple codes, the
+
Techno is an open secret, an anonymous
 +
pool of power. Faceless and from no-place
 +
it encourages us to immerse ourselves in
 +
its dynamism, to be aligned and arrayed
 +
with everyone, to be cut through and enlarged by all that input, all those mute articulations. Records issued under a variety
 +
of names and composed by packs resist
 +
moves to codify and canonise, challenging
 +
the celebrity-machine that functions as a
 +
visible indexation of 'success'. 'Stars'
 +
imply an upward mobility, they spawn
 +
sycophantic imitators, idol builders and
 +
“faces on the scene”. Increasingly now the
 +
music industry attempts to make big time
 +
profits from the previously unmarketable
 +
faceless techno bollocks. Singled out.
 +
Captured. Careering.
  
overlappings between styles and forms. Techno cannot
+
'''Inside the Crowd'''
  
be allotted a place as either pop or an avant-garde
+
''Techno parties have no centre, no focal
 +
point.'' Crowds have never written their
 +
own history, crowds are never the source
 +
around which a narrative is built. Individu-
 +
als are said to be the agents of change,
 +
the doers, but this, after all else, is one
 +
more means of seeing the social in short-
 +
hand. Only crowds have acted only
 +
crowds have changed things. This is another area where binary oppositions do
 +
not equip us to go – a sense of the non-ordinary, the uninscribed can be felt from
 +
within a crowd, the stepping out from
 +
everyday cause and effect. Because we
 +
are brought up from day one with, an at
 +
best, muted sense of what collectivities
 +
can achieve but a too heightened sense of
 +
indivuduals as the enactors, we tend to
 +
view the outcome of an event in terms of
 +
the concrete results it achieves. This
 +
blinds us to the unquantifiable, but none
 +
the less, very real effect of being in a
 +
crowd. In a techno party all are equal – no one has the right to give a command.
  
music - on the whole it doesn’t take refuge in art and
+
'''Crackdown'''
  
slips away from categorisation as the net of naming is
+
In Britain, the new Criminal Justice Act is
 +
testament to the government's need to silence noises that scramble its codes and
 +
lead to its dysfunction These new laws are
 +
a response to the political nature of people
 +
coming together in groups where there is
 +
a greater chance for inspiration, creativity
 +
and disturbance. The Act is not an attack
 +
on our 'civil liberties' as the radical left in
 +
its various shades tell us. Any 'rights' we
 +
are supposed to have a merely granted to
 +
us by the lawmakers to ensure that the
 +
myth of a “free” society may be maintained. Those organisers of opposition to
 +
the Criminal Justice Act focus on the injustice of the state but we wish to explore the
 +
poetics of altered States.
  
unfurled. It avoids the discipline of nostalgia which
+
'''Intensifier'''
  
keeps people in the thrall of the past, unable to even
+
11pm. Cross the threshold into a countless doorless rooms...the shattering of the
 +
mirror of travel...the fragile skin between
 +
inner and outer has been punctured, a celebration begins where our own energy is
 +
spent freely and limitlessly...instantaneous
 +
explosions and the sudden flare of identity
 +
assassination...paroxysm of speed...nostalgia for an alphabet fading in the rapid
 +
path of strobe lights...bodies enwrapped in
 +
bass, dancing in and out time...escaping
 +
gravity as the mind shifts into dissolution,
 +
cut through by assemblages of sound...fire
 +
consumption and the absurdity of excess...the power of pleasure...the all pervasive ghost mob. 7am.
  
think of the future but always referring back. Nos-
 
  
talgia is a language of lack, a language that fills
+
Above tracks cut through with samples from: Dead by
 
+
Dawn parties, Deuleze and Guattari, Stephen Pfhol,
people with longings for a past that never
+
Henri Bergson, Alex Trocchi, and Elias Canetti
 
 
happened, a present that never comes,
 
 
 
for the gift that never arrives.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
''it is difficult for words to
 
 
 
say that which is their purpose
 
 
 
to deny...''
 
 
 
Who knows what happens when we hear
 
 
 
the sounds? Thoughts can race without being
 
 
 
apprehended as thoughts and it is an indication of
 
 
 
the tyranny of words that experience must pass
 
 
 
through language to make it ‘real’. As we listen in the
 
 
 
network of composition there is a challenge to invent
 
 
 
new vocabularies to communicate what it is that occurs,
 
 
 
to express explorations and to rewrite the multiple per-
 
 
 
sonalities of the music. As a challenge to language
 
 
 
that is imbued with hierarchisations, techno conducts
 
 
 
the fleeting awareness that, just as what is possi-
 
 
 
ble is limited by pre-conceptions, listening de-
 
 
 
mands more ignorance than knowledge. For
 
 
 
then we are mobile... stammer bass kick
 
 
 
unfurling in blue analogue...
 
 
 
tabula rasa.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
''techknowledge...''
 
 
 
The music studio is re-defining
 
 
 
the human as a continuously mutat-
 
 
 
ing collage of old and new technologies,
 
 
 
as adaptions designed through play and ex-
 
 
 
perimentation. In this model, samplers are the
 
 
 
hyper-concentrated representation of the subjec-
 
 
 
tive experience of time, with possibilities for time
 
 
 
travel through stretching, combining, looping, com-
 
 
 
pressing and reversing sounds. Sequencers form new
 
 
 
desires for composing, connected to the breaking up of
 
 
 
an individual into a collection of experiments. Drum ma-
 
 
 
chines and synths are tools for the survival against
 
 
 
mediocre audio programming and the restrictions of
 
 
 
commerciality, fashion, competition and self-promo-
 
 
 
tion. Routes constructed between music studios and
 
 
 
dance floors circulate into resistance against unac-
 
 
 
ceptable states of mind.
 
 
 
Only with machines can we recognise that
 
 
 
most information is data trash. Only with
 
 
 
machines can repetitious sound
 
 
 
blocks crash to create unex-
 
 
 
pected forms.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
''feeling
 
 
 
like another self...''
 
 
 
As distance dissolves into space and
 
 
 
space dissolves into the haze of continual
 
 
 
abeyance, the new celebrants loose track of
 
 
 
time. The dance becomes a beyond unmarked
 
 
 
by archaic calligraphy of computer text, irreducible
 
 
 
to mystic yearnings but all the same a kind of blank. A
 
 
 
nothing. A nothing so far imagined. A nothing that gives
 
 
 
the lie to the word-net we throw over it. Body move-
 
 
 
ments in strobe/smoke. We are here suspended in a
 
 
 
slow motion that lets sparks fly as it visually contradicts
 
 
 
the call to speed-emotion of the music. This is our sover-
 
 
 
eign moment, spreading a virus of pleasure and awak-
 
 
 
ening. The moment when future and past no longer
 
 
 
meet in consciousness, where the music reverses
 
 
 
the effect of gravity. Lost hours. Lost days. Inter-
 
 
 
twined in ever escalating cycles of repetition
 
 
 
whose pulsations present unimaginable
 
 
 
sounds almost heard in the sudden
 
 
 
space surrounding acres
 
 
 
of bass drum.
 
 
 
AnarchOz
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
''sensorimotors...''
 
 
 
The listener as the operator.
 
 
 
These sounds are eminently
 
 
 
favourable to the birth and contagion of an
 
 
 
intense excitement with its inferred incitement
 
 
 
given propulsion by a rolling flanged bassline that
 
 
 
chases melodies away with accentuated off-beat
 
 
 
boosted cymbal rushes that touch internal organs by
 
 
 
impatient percussive patterns that encourage waste
 
 
 
pure and simple. Dislocated dance. Social magic. We
 
 
 
stumble across limits to conceptualising. Close your
 
 
 
eyes and listen to blurred vision. Eyes cease to order
 
 
 
things. Your senses overflow into one another,
 
 
 
emerging as a senseless confusion of taste smell
 
 
 
and memory. The very air is tormented into an
 
 
 
audio gel. Body music surrounds the listener
 
 
 
who thinks as a pack intuitively knowing
 
 
 
how to go all out... The secret is to
 
 
 
hear what you never
 
 
 
heard before.
 
  
 
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„Sound invades us, impels us, drags us, transpierces us... it takes leave of the earth...It makes us want to die. Ecstasy and hypnosis. Colours do not move a people. Flags can do nothing without trumpets” Deleuze & Guattari – Thousand Plateaus

TechNET is a multi-personal affirmation of techno that seeks to elaborate and propel the continued outbursts of psycho-social tumult that this music is creating. Never numbered or dated, each issue of Tech- NET could be the first or the last. Always at a beginning and always incomplete, TechNET is a “glorified flyer” that is given away at parties, deposited in record shops and sent out along the third rail. What follows are re-mixed and re-connected compositions sampled from TechNET tracks.

Positive Futurism

We could begin anywhere. A history would be too obvious and would imply that techno's creative phase was over, that it was now time to juggle with rarity. Such attempts at a genealogy of techno, a hierarchical archeology, or a precise pinpointing of musicians would prohibit an understanding of the simultaneity of multiple codes, the overlapping between styles and forms. Techno cannot be allotted a place as either pop or an avant-garde music – on the whole it doesn't take refuge in art and slips away from categorisation as the net of naming is unfurled. It avoids the discipline of nostalgia which keeps people in the thrall of the past, unable to even think of the future but always referring back. Nostalgia is a language of lack, a language that fills people with longings for a past that never happened, a present that never comes, for the gift that never arrives.

No More Words

Techno music opens up a space for a critique of language or at least it raises the issue of power inherent in language. A rejection of words in the form of vocals to a song allows the listener a far more open field of exploration, a space where it is possible to discover those immanent thoughts that are beyond syntax. For words guide us to order, they instil in us the need to have others speak for us; they make us receptive to the fixity of imposed meaning...a living and illicit speech where listening is not judged as passive but part of a process of communication. The letter kills the spirit, life in general is mobility itself.

What Is Heard In Sound Is The Non - Face

Techno is an open secret, an anonymous pool of power. Faceless and from no-place it encourages us to immerse ourselves in its dynamism, to be aligned and arrayed with everyone, to be cut through and enlarged by all that input, all those mute articulations. Records issued under a variety of names and composed by packs resist moves to codify and canonise, challenging the celebrity-machine that functions as a visible indexation of 'success'. 'Stars' imply an upward mobility, they spawn sycophantic imitators, idol builders and “faces on the scene”. Increasingly now the music industry attempts to make big time profits from the previously unmarketable faceless techno bollocks. Singled out. Captured. Careering.

Inside the Crowd

Techno parties have no centre, no focal point. Crowds have never written their own history, crowds are never the source around which a narrative is built. Individu- als are said to be the agents of change, the doers, but this, after all else, is one more means of seeing the social in short- hand. Only crowds have acted only crowds have changed things. This is another area where binary oppositions do not equip us to go – a sense of the non-ordinary, the uninscribed can be felt from within a crowd, the stepping out from everyday cause and effect. Because we are brought up from day one with, an at best, muted sense of what collectivities can achieve but a too heightened sense of indivuduals as the enactors, we tend to view the outcome of an event in terms of the concrete results it achieves. This blinds us to the unquantifiable, but none the less, very real effect of being in a crowd. In a techno party all are equal – no one has the right to give a command.

Crackdown

In Britain, the new Criminal Justice Act is testament to the government's need to silence noises that scramble its codes and lead to its dysfunction These new laws are a response to the political nature of people coming together in groups where there is a greater chance for inspiration, creativity and disturbance. The Act is not an attack on our 'civil liberties' as the radical left in its various shades tell us. Any 'rights' we are supposed to have a merely granted to us by the lawmakers to ensure that the myth of a “free” society may be maintained. Those organisers of opposition to the Criminal Justice Act focus on the injustice of the state but we wish to explore the poetics of altered States.

Intensifier

11pm. Cross the threshold into a countless doorless rooms...the shattering of the mirror of travel...the fragile skin between inner and outer has been punctured, a celebration begins where our own energy is spent freely and limitlessly...instantaneous explosions and the sudden flare of identity assassination...paroxysm of speed...nostalgia for an alphabet fading in the rapid path of strobe lights...bodies enwrapped in bass, dancing in and out time...escaping gravity as the mind shifts into dissolution, cut through by assemblages of sound...fire consumption and the absurdity of excess...the power of pleasure...the all pervasive ghost mob. 7am.


Above tracks cut through with samples from: Dead by Dawn parties, Deuleze and Guattari, Stephen Pfhol, Henri Bergson, Alex Trocchi, and Elias Canetti

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