Paris, the winter of a war that started in the 19th century.
"Rocket Science," the exiled child of an exiled mother, finds himself in the spotlight of an empty room,
As “Princess," the inheritor of an ancestral home that no longer exists, finds herself in the midst of interpersonal relationships falling to pieces,
As “bod," the trance state, is in the middle of a psychosis induced by decades of abuse and use,
As a system had formed in opposition to the system that developed in opposition to the system that developed in opposition to a group of aristocrats that had refused to let an island to the West go.
This island found itself trapped by war, and became the largest Empire of the world, yet the story began in Paris.
Within and between each filmic architectural construct, each bite of food that tasted of lordship, and each smile that contained a pitying gaze, I found myself as you, and you as I.
Where did the Reverse Opium War begin? Why did nobody believe the verified research I had compiled? Why did they only believe it when the white kids started repeating my words?
Rocket Science stayed quiet, Princess cried, and bod screamed. The cameras failed as the videos began to strobe. The sound system began to feedback in perfect tune with the music. The hearts of my friends broke.
bod told Princess, there is no writing that matters without the shed of blood. Princess confirmed this with Rocket Science.
They made an agreement: Read the Testament, understand the Koran, and never speak of Dao. The dead sea scrolls will survive, and the rest will be part of wars that gave birth to Rocket Science, the wars that killed Princess, will be the war that bod can never escape from.
credits
released February 25, 2022
Production/Performance – bod [包家巷]
Cover Design – Charlie Perez-Tlatenchi
All proceeds from this hard-hitting industrial techno compilation go to benefit relief organizations helping Ukraine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 24, 2022