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A cool breeze blows to conduct. Commuters take their places. The stadium rings like a percussion rehearsal – an ensemble of scaffold and pneumatics. Machines beat steel-joists to drive the city’s drums. Down the narrow steps a winding melody and … Continue reading
Christmas cheer captive audience piped into lift.
There is cell death in everything tonight – in the bass-lines and the double-pedal drum. In the dancer in tights and trainers. Cell death in the lights that cut thought the smoke, spilled beer puddles and trampled plastic pint-pots. Cell … Continue reading
Soft mathematics rest in hammocks of incense notes on a guitar. – Benjamin F Jones
In the last movement of the sacred apotheosis there was a horrible snap as the vocalist broke all that remained was two handfuls of intestine and some broken knicker elastic. – Benjamin F Jones