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It’s Bandcamp Friday eve, and we have a new release exclusive to the platform damonandnaomi.bandcamp.com/album/whats-...
I have a new release on somnimage, part of their wonderful unknown territories series. Available either as a download or limited edition print. Please take a listen and today is Bandcamp Friday!
Herrington & Lightbown 'On the Economic and Social Benefits of Post-Mortem Marine Luminscence'
Two hauntology-adjacent instrumentals. Fishy business.
In the meantime, war is functioning just fine. Tell the dead and the maimed that it "stopped working".... 😝
However, one should be careful not to romanticize decisiveness. WWII’s clarity came at tens of millions of deaths and continents-wide ruin. If that is the price of “war working,” then its reduced effectiveness may actually be a sign of civilizational maturity, even if it produces messy stalemates.
War converts destruction into political compliance.
In WWII, destruction was unconstrained, and compliance was total.
In nuclear-modern war, destruction is capped, and compliance becomes partial or resistant.
The more you value civilization, the less efficiently you can destroy it into submission.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"What did you do during the Hauntology Wars?"
"Well, a funny thing about Hauntology is it's better to haunt something you have done than haunt something you haven't done. By the way, if you see your mom this weekend, be sure and tell her...."
Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.
One more! Opal at the I-Beam. Grainy as all get out but sounds glorious. www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCqD...
Éliane Radigue is not a composer who failed to succeed in the music industry and survived anyway. She never accepted the premise of the experiment in the first place, attempted to build a career, scale an audience, or translate practice into product on an industrial timeline. She simply worked.
The drum machine solo still cracks me up.
If compost names what happens after destruction, mycelium names what happens between what remains. It is not the dead material and not the visible growth, but the living network that makes reuse, redistribution, and relation possible at all.
A mashup tee (a certain recognizable beagle playing Cupid along with text related to the band The Softies).
Going to be dyeing some of these shirts by Farewell Transmission. Small to 4XL available, printed on Port & Company PC54 "Core Cotton" unisex shirts. Preorder for 75 shipped. DM if you'd like one or have questions 🫡
#bigstar #third #cd
I bought Rocketship's first single "Hey Hey Girl" from Parasol Mail Order on a pen pal's recommendation, because that's how things worked in 1994. Three decades is a quantum blip in geologic time, and it feels like yesterday in indiepop years.
Amateur Hour: The Vermillion Affair is a complete one-shot heist scenario for 2–4 players, playable in about an hour. No prep beyond reading the document. Everything you need is inside. #ttrpg #free #kindchaos
Family reunions would be a tad awkward.
Not having seen the ad, I'm thinking of an inversion of Kate Bush: "Running Down That Hill (A Deal with Bud)"
Isn't the point of art not accepting the world we live in?...
This tale reads (pun intended) like a tale of absolute terror to bibliophiles (and adjacent folks who think books are snazzy artifacts). It also resonates personally as my first gig out of college involved scanning lots of paper involving a petrochemical company's ethylene glycol production. 😛
This essay came about after pacing myself to not devour Charles Stross's Laundry Files finale in one all-nighter (two evenings and an afternoon). 'The Regicide Report' is outrageous, hilarious, dark dark dark, poignant, and quietly mourning. I can't think of a better way to close out the series.
The true horror is not annihilation. It is systems that survive their own moral collapse. Systems that absorb critique as input. Systems that normalize emergency until it becomes governance. Systems that can explain — calmly, correctly, and at length — why something indefensible was necessary.
Shame is a universal capacity, but never a universal language. Treating it as the latter is less an anthropological claim than a category error—and one that overlooks class, culture, and power.
When you gesture at shame as universal without specifying the social machinery around it, you erase power. You erase who gets to shame whom, under what conditions, and with what consequences. You also erase the fact that in stratified societies, shame often flows downhill while immunity flows up.
A matter of perspective, one might observe.
Bolt Thrower > hustle culture
That had me thinking of how much I actually missed FM radio static?....
Over time, counter-instrumentation and independent documentation serve as essential tools to pierce this blindness and preserve an evidentiary record against institutional erasure.
Consequently, accountability diffuses across specialized roles, as every participant can justify their actions through a narrow, locally true story of professional duty. True reform requires moving beyond blaming personnel to challenging the design facts of what a system chooses to count or ignore.
