Epicurus J. Blake
You are not hacking the system. You are not a laboratory for the future. Your trivia is not superior to the trivia of others. Your canned arguments are no fresher than any other. You cannot lash your small self to some larger thing and thus enlarge yourself. Especially not when the larger thing you’ve lashed yourself to is “geekdom.” Enough, enough, enough.

When Pontone asked if I fancied coming up with a mixtape of favorites from the last decade, I thought “that could get pretty motley”. So I focused on a particular sound-stream: “eldritchtronic”, a non-existent genre that cuts across a bunch of zones (hauntology, the trippier end of microhouse, hypnagogic/glo-fi, the Brooklyn school of “ecstatic experimental”, etc). Mostly electronic but rarely intersecting with the dancefloor, this music merges blissy and eerie, the wired and the wyrd.

Hey, Simon Reynolds! Stop making stuff up!

Some very smooth homebrew dubstep. Gorgeous sound and a nicely synaesthetic album cover.

Fuckin jazz yeah

People, please: isn’t HAM the problem?

Who even likes cheese? Isn’t it just yellow?

MAWZIK
You can’t beat babys!

You can’t beat babys!