21st century autistic trans indiscipline [21CATI] is a cascade of corporeal transgressions sans colloquialism. The only words uttered, rather, screamed, in this collection of musical art are words “TWENTY FIRST CENTURY AUTISTIC TRANS INDISCIPLINE!”

[Denisovans at Midnight] has this to say of the title track: 

“21st Century Autistic Trans is a revolutionary line of flight. Our queer times call for a handshake with the deterritorialized. To sustain new subjectivities and transform the conditions of existence is the call of the Crimson King. Transversality, transgression, and revolution in the minor musical sense does not define itself by opposition. This transgression is seductive, mercurial, and interplays with power, but asserts creative dominion through self-affirmation. This transversality does not communicate with the Castle. The tyrannical superego, the Crimson King, is dissolved into pure indiscipline. Through the napalm fire and the rage of self-denial emerges a Body Without Organs; a metaphysical plane of immanence where affect in an infinite knot transmutes the hierarchical and finds a radical new voice that collapses into itself before assuming any coherence. To be trans is to be transgressive. To pierce the neurotypical with a line of flight and imagine the self as a multiplicity, a collection of phantasms, a simulacra that can not exist through transmigration because the Form ceases to exist before it can be expressed. The indiscipline explodes and reterritorializes the homogenous, the fascist, the fearful. A hand extending beyond the veil from within the Red Room. Shake the hand of the Crimson King and usher in the Black Queen. The 21st Century is an age of indiscipline, of revolution, and becoming. Radical transversality, repetitive motion, intense focus, withdrawal in the minor mode of subjectivity. Sensory hyperawareness, echolalia, the cosmic giggle finds its assemblage before breaking into a new line of flight. You can not call Klamm. The Crimson King can not hear. The phone rings and is answered but there is a joyful and painful scream. A new flight burns through the atmosphere and the outer limits are breached. Vanishing and reappearing in a new vehicle that has already crashed; fulfilling it's teleological fatality before even hitting the road. Fire is the new language that never cools. This is the promise of the Crimson King, the threat of the Black Queen and the transgressive indeterminacy of indiscipline.”

colourful landscapes tell a story of the synaptic connections that led to the birth of what is now [21CATI]. 

a queer mind perturbed by exponentially increasing mad times finds liberation through soma-tek expressions of electronica.
a neuro-discordant simulacrum emerging through a collection of phantasms[preposterous styles]; 
ethereal chaos in temporal fragments // iridescent cascades of perplex transmutation.

indeed there is much to say; but the echo chambers of rhetorical algorithmic bot-driven discourse has turned every hot take into a rumination trauma-tek loop of brain rot. 

It has been stated:
“what I know to be true,
Inside I got proof, 
Just gotta let it shine through”

so with this first bricemária release, the trans autistic musical artist ‘preposterous styles’ finally reveals what was beneath the [ghosted artworks] of past projects that will come to radiance in their time.

21st century autistic trans indiscipline

(this song was released on August 2nd, 2024)

*sample of Dr. Mark Perlmutter*

the state has been declared apartheid
in plain sight, the war criminal hides

abhorrent lack of condemnation
but instead, praise full of elation
civilian death rate, practically none?!
heed the signs
america is done

the genocide in Gaza
will not be ignored
shame on congress
and all who are on board
zionism
shall not come to fruition
from the river to the sea
Palestine will be free

in plain sight, the war criminal hides

a child's heart locked in the scope
there is no fucking hope
you call this self defense?!!!

2000 pound bombs dropped
on Mawasi refugee camp
civilians buried in the sand
you call that self defense?!!!

when the tides do turn
zionism must burn

you call this self defense

"decolonize your fucking mind"

woke up in a world of lies
but the truth never dies
look deep inside my eyes
as they burn with the sacred rage
flames ablaze with ancestral war cries

decolonize
your fucking mine
free Palestine
keep that on your fucking mind

white washed minorities
pink washed genocide
fuck off with any zionist pride
if its not 'fuck israel!'
than fuck you too!!

decolonize
your fucking mine
free Palestine
keep that on your fucking mind

from the river to the sea
Palestine will be free

fuck zionism
fuck zionism
fuck zionism
fuck zionism

woke up in a world of lies
but the truth never dies
look deep inside my eyes
as they burn with the sacred rage
flames ablaze with ancestral war cries

decolonize
your fucking mine
free Palestine
keep that on your fucking mind

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"great escape (black metal version)"

Stumped on lessons
Too proud to learn
Same mistakes ‘round every turn
Don’t you know?
You must burn
For freedom of choice to be earned

Scared of the pain
Afraid of the change
That comes once we are too remain

Inside these walls locked to these chains
But you have the strength to break away
It’s your mirror
Smash it
Smash it
Do away with old habits that are long ingrained
Buried deep inside your brain

A muscle that
One must train
In order to make a great escape

decolonize
your fucking mind
in order to make a great escape

decolonize your fucking mind // great escape (black metal version)

a path unfolded in my mind
a way out i can not seem to find
with myself I'll stand beside
like past times
for my better judgment
is confined
it's down the rabbit hole again
another sin against my soul

or is it already sold
isn't my sick mind swoll
how many times will I be swallowed whole
but this habit
that i bide with
will die hard
i'm sure of it
for now I'm the enabler
alright
you can have it
one more time
it's down the rabbit hole again
another sin against my soul

am I sick and twisted
to let my own son commit this
act against myself while I am but a witness?

down the rabbit hole (black metal version)

a queer mind perturbed by exponentially increasing mad times; 
a neuro-discordant simulacrum // a collection of phantasms[preposterous styles]; 
ethereal chaos in temporal fragments // iridescent cascades of perplex transmutations

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