It's so confusing these days. 

I'm no longer sure whether it was the great German philosopher Nietzsche or the nearly coulda been a proper model social influencer Claire something or other who said it....I'm pretty sure it was Nietzsche..but in any case...one of them once said..

"and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music."

And without reference to any notes, I'm going to surmise that the point of this statement was that all things are relative and that without reference to other things, things become different. Take away the music..the dancing makes no sense...but add it to a frame of reference and bingo!!!

It's kinda how I feel about WONGO!!! His brilliance dances so confidently with that of insanity that - to use the quote - if you couldn't hear his wonky techno madness, you sure would think his near naked dance moves were asylum ready .

But alas - we have ears and we have speakers and when enjoying the ROBOTS & MACHINES EP we definitely advise placing our ears close to some made for the club type speakers..or even better...be in a club when listening!!!

Chances are, if you go to clubs where peeps like Chris Lake, Billy Kenny, A-trak, Martin Solvieg, Born Dirty, Dr Fresch play, then you will probably hear them drop some of this WONGO wildness.

"And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once."

This one was definitely by Nietzsche.

And I'm off to dance with Claire!!!

Much love

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I am an artist of sound and images trapped on this mortal coil.Sometimes,if I behave myself,they let me listen to the recorded sounds of the universe expanding.On a transistor radio no bigger than the size of a pea I balance delicately with my opened left hand, escaping through the visual world of sound until the images stain my eyes, everything becomes white,I fade into a blinded sleep.Only than am I returned to my burnt darkened room chained near a soiled mattress on the floor, stripped of my coverings, a sacrifice to a corruption called police.I morph into the shape of a lion than into a lamb than my shape turns to human again.I am the art,the concubine,time has guided me as I am buried in time's sand.When I awaken my chest a coffer of dust the repetition of the cycle fills me with dread,I frantically on hands and knees search for an escape, a door in the floor to guide me to a new beginning or a welcomed end.Cursed I realize this has happened before and will happen again,and again,and again.A human hunted by sirens of the order of the swine their only wish to make a trophy of my head.Am I there,am I here,is that me?A shell of an effigy of who I used to be, no longer alive but still not free.

DrumandBass~Dub~Halftime~UKG~~techno~
techhouse~house~psytrance~gimme that weird shiiii
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