Inga Mauer and Hellboii

Space Trac One

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SPACE TRAC ONE and SPACE TRAC TWO, both 'engineered' by Inga Mauer and Hellboii 'under the Dog Star' of 'Motorwolf SuperVision' 'Right on! For all your SuperSlow-and-heavy SuperSpeed SuperSeventies' SuperSound, you better... Dig right in, Dig I'm sayin'?' Manifesto but Guy Tavares: <<Why, hear, 'The Future of Technology?' Better be thou Total War, not 'Loudness War'! All back, pure Waves, pure Particles Pure Flash, pure Pulse, intense, enriched Better Beat, that 'Bitch with a bat' Just Blow them 'bits' to bits! 'Come darkling, and the fruit of the forbidden tree Of Man's first disobedience, whose mortal taste brought death into this world And thou still sings heavenly, muse in Paradise Lost?' Come lightning, Wrath of God, the very 'shattering' of His sound, oh, 'Teknon'! Childe of God's creation, all alone through His destruction, oh, the Horror! Somewhere out there, in the deep of SPACE, the 'King of Cups' awaits Where Beauty lies (oh, yes, that too!) not in what we see For Beauty lies (again and again!) in what we don't see Somewhere out there, somewhere right, between the One and the Nought Are all the 'phantoms dancing somewhere all around Infinity' In endless shades that make no grades But 'sense', perhaps? For it does seem some do! Thus turn, no matter dark, from lethal Heat all Matter Moulded into Structure to exist, for all's allowed to come by Its very limitation, by Decree, the one, and only Law alone? That 'simply carves out Shape and cuts out Form' By 'cutting out the Chaos', the very 'free of choice' The 'Miracle of Progresse', Mirage of Modern Man So bright, its Shining, Flame, the very 'Reign Supreme' Of 'Golden Mammon Light', as if it's 'Unser Fuhrer' To guide the blind and lead the lame to all infame A cursing in disguise and nothing but Illusion, Man drill, mind-set programme, all made up The very mental concept, the very 'free of will' For, still, dear Scarlet, really, nothing but 'Das Reich der Gnaden, und nicht der Natur'? Come SPACE TRAC, mind transmission, with whom may God's Love be? May all give Birth to the Space Race Mutant, perhaps provide Prepare, for the sake of Total Art, of Total War alone, for Death alone Great Mother' of all genocide, on PLANET APE ROC, Ape kills Ape? May all make 'hybrid' Man, who crowned himself, who dared to claim it all 'Fall down, right back into his proper place', with whom may God's Wrath be? Now, dare you trust this 'engineering'? By all these weirdo freak mechanics These weirdo 'quantum-freak-organics'? Now, dare you trust?>>