Christ. Stardust’s Music Sounds Better With You. Those Daft Punk gentlemen know exactly what to do.

Which leads me to trying to right about my typical favourite subjects of disappointment and death while listening to their Discovery, as I don’t actually own a copy of the pseudonymous piece of four-to-the-floor pornotype. When I needed it, I didn’t need to own it. It was breathing hard in my ears as I was breathing down the neck of some young thing while shaking my young thing. Now, as then it’s the sound of the exhalations, hung in its sounds-scape – it’s a track that always sounded like like it was recorded in hardened saliva, the edges slightly soft. A nimbus, if “nimbus” were a word that people who fucked long and hard would ever think of using.

Of course, Discovery is romantic rather than lavicious. But it’ll do.

You have no idea how hard it is to write about what I’m writing about while breaking into robotics-tinged podium-style dancing every couple of minutes.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger: Where it modulates like a HAL who decided rather than regress to childhood as his consciousness disintegrates, thoughtit was time to get funky. Oh yes. power work is never over. I have no idea what it means, but I know exactly what it means.

Oh fuck. I’ve got to get this page finished.