studio update

so! we're currently just over a week into recording our new album. Here's some info:::::::

there will be 19 tracks

END OF INFO.

this album picks up from where Hypothesis left off, and goes merrily spinning out of control from there. It's significantly more complex music than we've done previously, which isn't really saying much, but yes. This is very exciting for us.

Below's some snippets of the recording process thus far.

At this stage we're looking to finish recording at the end of April, and the album will also be available for download from this very website after that.

live videos from performance 21/01/11

@ idgaff. Unfortunately the talented Waterbeast was suffering from an acute case of death that night, so we're pretending to be a three piece. He seems to be getting better, so his monstrous bass playing should be back by the end of next month.

Massive thanks to jodie christ and blackjac for videoing/audioing/lighting the show. Your beer is in the mail!

drop25

blistering breakneck somethingorother vortex of fuck, the holy urethra dragging purgatory to flipping bits. The frankensence emanations snapping pure lines in an arc. no ark velocirapid whirlpool it draws everything upon itself. every quark is an atom is a life is a futon is pan fucking pan. pangaea, the similarities are endless once you dig enough. everything comes back to geometry but maths is a bad trick, woolen lashes come over volcanoes, acnitic eruptions of lust and come and al gore. the theories are always wrong, let me come at this from a worry-wart.

dropped from the plane of existence, every movement to the left catapults me through the sky, when you're still you're almost static, when you move you careen unto oblivion. the dance terrifies me but i'm weighted and weightless, momemtum is a constant around this exponential turnpike. at a high enough volume everything becomes white noise, coded messages in the radiation, universe the size of a small cock.



fall on forever
never let me slow down





xero

the kraken in the noodle-box

x ----------------------- x

{ponders}

an epiphenomenon. must jot this down. On both sides of the above hyphen line, are x's. I can see they're both x's. The pattern's the same. However...obviously the photons that transmit the two x's to my eyes are vastly different. They go through tangled, unpredictable trajectories containing a god-number of other subatomic particles to get to my eyes. If i could map all of the physical interactions that take place for the photons to hit my eyeballs, where would the "x" be? How on Thor's name could i possibly say the two groups of interactions were remotely similar, let alone classify both of them as x's?

{scoffs a mouthful of noodles}

My computer's memory contains, in two locations, a string of numbers that essentially mean "draw an x on the screen". Those numbers might be the same, but they're in different locations in the memory, composed of a plethora of different electrons passing through different circuits. Those circuits are made of molecules which are contantly interacting with more god-numbers of other subatomic particles constantly. Again, if i could theoretically map all of the interactions that take place on a subatomic (or even atomic!) level that "made up" those two numbers, in two locations, in this computer's memory, they'd be almost perfectly different. Yet it's still, obviously, two x's.

{mmm delicious noodles, chunk of chicken, mmmm}

Evidently, those underlying layers are essentially irrelevant for me to understand the "x-ieness" of something. Those x's are made of gadzillions of physical interactions, but those interactions make no difference to the fact that i see two x's. The x's are practically irrelevant to the make-up of their constituent, subatomic parts.

Consciousness is similar - like "x-ieness", it's an emergent property of hell-tons of subatomic interactions. A thought is a thought, regardless of the molecular composition of the neurons that make it up. Probably even regardless of which neurons make it up.

{look up with a start...did that noodle box jiggle? No, of course not...keep typing}

But...hmm....i've already proven (at least, to my own satisfaction!) that it's impossible for there to be a fundamental particle in the universe. A hypothetical microscope could peer through layers forever - past atoms, quarks, possibly strings - and never come to an end of smaller particles. I wonder what patterns, like "x-ieness" or consciousness, would crop up at different levels, depending on where you look at something? If lower layers are irrelevant to the higher levels they make up...

....

at this point i lean over my noodle-box, prepararing to shovel another flavoursome morsel of food into my face. The noodles look practically identical to me...but each one is fundamentally unique, so comprehensively original that the idea of "noodle-ness" becomes irrelevant before the infinity of increasingly vast subsubsubatomic differences. My stomach churns, i feel nauseous as i stir my chopsticks through the viscous muck. There are certainly more unique configurations of particles in each noodle than there are people on earth. More than stars in a galaxy, more "individualities" than i could begin to comprehend. My mind crumples. Sweating, stirring, like some horrific god - would a country, or a planet, notice the differences between humans? How is a human unlike an protein?

I feel bile rise up my throat. I almost, unthinkingly, devoured a universe. The noodles squirm in the box before me. Noodles larger than gods, satay-flavoured multiverses, cavorting and flailing, creating incomprehensible heiroglyphics and i'm getting smaller and smaller before this alpha and omega of cheap japanese food.

Like tendrils, the noodles encompass my very body, i am absorbed by them - surrounded. I try to summon help from a colleague at a neighbouring desk, but the floury tentacles are tight around my chest and i cannot breathe. I writhe around, trying to skewer this great beast with my now-ineffectual chopsticks. My limbs are pulled back as the monstrosity continues to emerge from its oily, paper prison. With my utmost might i manage to croak out a half-muffled cry - my colleagues look across the cubicles, shake their heads, and turn blankly back to their pcs. Useless fucking accountants! Chest compressed by this titan's grip, i can feel my ligaments strained to snapping point. The chopsticks fall the floor. I am powerless. It is like cthulu risen, the vengeful FSM of fast-food. I hear a dull crack and my brain swims, the realisation that my elbows aren't supposed to bend that way, the word "run! run!" flashing before my fading vision, as helpful as an air-raid siren after the bombs have hit, and i am helpless. Like the heroine of some squid-based hentai, i succumb. Lungs burn, thoughts fragment, colleagues mutter, i know naught but red and agony as i disappear from consciousness.


This is why you shouldn't read science books on lunch-break.


Based on a true story (incredibly!)



xero

upcoming album - why we've been so quiet

whoawhoawhoa

ok, we've been quite quiet lately, show & blogwise. Have we lost our fury?!?! Did we resign ourselves to office-worker normalcy?!?!?! Is contagious soup-kitchen feigning fellatio sludge?!?!?!?

Answers: yes; no; sometimes.

Anyway, enough pompous shite! You will be utterly disinterested to hear that we've spent the last couple of months in a furious frenzy of song-writing and mental masturbation, in order to create the next installment of the dropbunny saga. Details are still mostly being kept under wraps at this stage, suffice it to say we're heading into the studio in March, and the album is a 19 track monstrosity that picks up from where Hypothesis left off.

I'm incredibly excited about this. It will be a lot more...constrasty? than Hypothesis - more abrasive, more technical, more groovy, darker, brighter, dancier, more austere. This album will mark the first determined steps towards a lunacy hinted at towards the end of the last album. Sorry to prattle like a prat about this, as mentioned, i'm incredibly excited @_@

ALSO IN THE WORKS: db are also releasing our first book, which should be released within the month. More on that to follow.

be good!



xero

sometimes space-time gets me down

We're justified and we're ancient

it moves like a stone, spinning at 1670 km/h while hurtling around a fireball at 107,300 km/h, which is travelling around a super-massive black hole at 900,000 km/h, which itself is flying away from other galaxies at around 1,942,655,127 km/h and I still miss the fucking bus.

FAQs:

Q: Why me?

A: Because you're a cunt.

Also: Die.

It's maguffins all the way down. I take your subjective existence and raise it one big bang. The distance between two points is not a distance. It would be so easy to take a break but if I go outside i'll never find my way back, i may get trapped in the floorboards, my clothes will catch on hooks and suddenly i'm naked and shitting myself in the gutter, and my parents are there and they're crying but I can't speak to them because my teeth are falling out of my gums and i'm an old alcoholic, with roses for everybody else. i smell so bad, contrasting with the roses, i think i have someone else's blood on my chest but i have no idea. They're all screaming and I know that i'm worthless but i'll be ok, if only i can collapse these limbs into myself like a dying star, if only I can fold my bones through ragged skin, winking out of existence in a mess of bloody origami.

YEAH I FEEL LIKE THAT ON MONDAYS TOO

Fuck Darwin...the dictionary is the atheist's bible, and it's as fallacious and self-fellating as any Genesis.

Actually, yeah! Fuck Darwin! What's it ever done for us but get blown up?

I DON'T KNOW ALL BUT IT'S QUITE CLEAR – THEY CALL IT FOUR X COZ THEY CAN'T SPELL BEER

F u r t h e r d i s c u s s i o n:

In a previous brainbook/post, we mentioned that, since the decimal expansion of pi is infinite and non-repeating, its expansion must literally contain, somewhere, every other possible number. And since, as we see in the computers we're so familiar with, all music and images can be represented numerically, pi should therefore contain, somewhere, not only every jpg/mp3 every created, but every sound/image which ever *will* be created.

Then some intelligent spoilsport pointed out that there's no such thing as a perfect circle, so pi's infinitude is a convenient fiction, but has absolutely no physical reality. It's a useful tool, but perfect pi cannot physically exist, so the thought experiment's moot.

WE E E E E ELL!

Let's have a talk about tweetle beetles...

There's a slightly more curious number, called I, which is √ -1. You can't actually take the square root of a negative number, which is why I is called an imaginary number. It's useful for some algebra, but it's mathematically unsolvable. You cannot actually write I in decimal numbers...sure it's the square root of negative one, but we don't know what that actually is.

So far, so pointless, right?

Except, i pops ups in the real world constantly. One example – in order to calculate the waves of an electrical current (AC), we need to use a formula that contains i. We plot the graph, which contains this impossible “square root of negative one”, and it draws a wave. We then run an Alternating Current according to the parameters in our formula...and it's exactly the same wave as the one we predicted, using an impossible-cannot-exist-in-the-real-world-totally-fucking-imaginary number.

BUT BUT BUT

So basically, we use maths to model the real world. Maths isn't *true*, it's just our way of understanding 'reality'. Except, some things in maths, which don't even make sense within maths (i.e. imaginary numbers), are the only way we can currently understand/predict some behaviours in the real world.

MEANWHILE BACK IN THE REAL WORLD

“I can't believe she used that particular combination of words in reference to the interactions in space-time that you identify as yourself!”

“I know, she's such a fucking dyke and she looks like a fat pig in that outfit, probably doesn't even realise her boyfriend's manifestations of his subjective experiential system lead me to believe in the objective existence of desires within him for a great big cock up the ass, the faggot!”

“Yeah, the fucking morons, what a fucking pair. Plus, the liquids they're ingesting have a communally accepted trading value of a smaller number of token than the liquid we're ingesting, the pov bastards, evidently their perception of flavour and social stigma contrasts with my own, because i wouldn't be caught dead drinking gordon's gin.”

WAIT THATS NOT REAL LIFE

“If that cunt looks at me again, i'll fucking smash him”

“Dumb fucking slut, she deserves to get raped”

“I can't believe you listen to that.”

“That's not fucking metal.”

“Only got the promotion because she sucks up everyone's fucking ass.”

“What a show-off”

WHAT A BUNCH OF CUNTS! I MEAN, DIE.

angst-poetry and quantum mechanics

Escape!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i

if we can't relate it's because you can't grasp my desperation
let the lines tilt, grids become circles become pupil black holes

you don't understand this urgency

pinned to the ceiling with this great gaping maw. A shift in perspective. Teeth rubbing for a click, a clasp, penny drops and the pupil dilates.

Escape! If i only had more...it's not the quantity it's the shape. The system is complete, i'm just frustrated by this dense configuration. Shards and open.

A click, a tickle and a click. I need to push this. Timing is always everything. The space expands, open, so urgent, maw gapes again, configuration shifts. Death and taxes and that guy.

____________________________

SO!

I saw this the other day and it's incredible cool. I hadn't heard about it before. It really does begin to seem like the universe *must* be conscious, in order to take the piss out of us monkeys so completely.

The video requires a familiarity with the infamous Double Slit experiment (which would make an excellent title for a physicist porno film). If you're unfamiliar with it, you can check out this video::



The above is from the film "What the bleep do we know?" which is a *very* fluffy film, which i don't take very seriously. But i think the above segment is on the money.

Then! Watch the below for the interesting bit:::




CURIOUS, NO?



xero