We don’t like big crowds. 30> people max in the basement! You can wait In the restaurant on ground floor.
Tobi (now under many false alias’ since being held accountable for the occupation of over 1000 endangered insects; surgeon Watson Cheyne exclaims that some rebel headed bugs may have dug their way through the walls of his small intestine to his insular cortex) has always made it about him and insects, so far as to be said that he’s dedicated to a cause that drives his inspiration, ‘a space that is open to be symbolic of anything that is of another world, both realistically and imaginatively- Natural Born Killers’ 1994, made by… ‘Rights For Flies’.
‘My work is my gift to you that I will attempt to keep in the darkest corners of your space.’ A person of this day and age will be surprised to see the digital world turning onto it’s handmade underside, the consistent and colourful hints of creature curiosity made to reverse one’s behaviour- and spoken with honesty too! Nana thinks he’s disgusting, but she’s the one appreciating music for it’s ‘functionality’.
The non-humans, underdogs: To see from under the skin by Anne Droid: ‘whilst I upload another macro shot of a horny insect, then lending a hand. I am reflected in the sounds I create, so intense was the work rate, indulged at my own discomfort for the sake of satisfaction, it burns my eyes and my belly is all slimy, its like a frog entered my stomach! I was playing a game of RightsForFlies…” and so on.
Trying to make something dissonant, trying not to hold back, until it becomes called scrap music? I’m worried that you won’t like it so I’m keeping it underground, we’re designing shows for the city rats as a muffled cry out for imperfection. We all can make sounds. There’s lots of tracks here now.