Mutek: the final frontier. These are the benders of the writer Jack Oatmon. My five-day mission? To seek out strange, new hardware and alienating, synthetic sounds; to get drunk and disorderly with dorky IDM producers from Colorado and Berlin; to boldly go where no one of any less than fanatical interest in techno music has bothered to go before.
Captain’s log. Stardate 28/05/09. The Disco Volante has encountered a… cosmic disturbance, detecting free-floating White Noise Exchanges in the Monument National quadrant. Entry into the… field of randomized sonic disturbance was unrestricted, but once in the area, crew members became frantic and hypnotized. We can only hope that the mindbending effects of last night’s Turzi Electronic Experience are not repeated, or this mission will quickly… spiral into a… goddamn madhouse.
Captain’s log. Stardate 30/05/09. En route to the Metropolis quadrant to fuel up on explosive techno laser power, the Disco Volante was stayed in a civilian merchant sector known as lower St-Laurent in the Bagg region. Hailing from aboard the USS Peer Pressure, the locals’ highly unusual mix of rhyming chants and thunderous repetitive thumping drew the attention of the crew. We discovered that the surrounding inhabitants’ cured herbal medicines removed our desire to expedite our journey. I am… beginning to worry about the… sanity of the crew. We have been over-consuming our reserve food supplies and the holodeck has been tuned to crunk and porno for hours.
Captain’s log. Stardate 31/05/09. I have… lost… all my clothing. On the Piknic Électronik planet, the insidious Ricardo Villalobos has used his mind-control rays to lull the entire crew into an… unfettered meltdown of… intoxicated, rhythmic body movement. And… as the captain, I feel it is my duty… to… stop the madness. As soon as I find… my… uniform.
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