FUCKYEAHTECHNO

The phonographic industry now wants to decree the end of Music. This tragic end has already been invented, ten years ago in Berlin: techno, a rhythm similar to a deformed and poor version of the pile driver or the jack-hammer, except that these two pieces of building industry-related machinery are more musical, more delicate, and more sensitive than the techno monotone which, amongst other health hazards, interferes with pacemakers used by heart patients and has already caused several deaths in outdoor shows on the streets of Berlin

The Techno Rebels are, whether they recognise it or not, agents of the Third Wave. They will not vanish but multiply in the years ahead. For they are as much a part of the advance to a new stage of civilisation as our missions to Venus, our amazing computers, our biological discoveries, or our explorations of the oceanic depths.

I love the fact that these voltage-controlled machines are so sensitive, so beautifully selfish and unforgiving in terms of how vulnerable a timbral element is to the tiniest fluctuation in voltage from the most miniscule movement of a potentiometer.

…”jack tracks,” and the “acid tracks” that followed them, honed in on a different potential latent within disco: jettisoning all the residues of soul and humanity, this was machine music without apology, machine-made music that turned you into a machine. Its mind-nullifying repetition offered liberation through trance-dance.