Music Makes the People

Story by Dan Hekate from Almanac for Noise & Politics 2015

An array of lights blinked across the gleaming hard black plastic of MooD’s head as slinky welcoming music box sounds came from his hidden speakers. Seth Lindstrum waved his hand in front of the sensor and the door slammed closed.
“What fuck brain ordered me a MooD.” Said the hulking figure of Seth as he strode into the middle of his own welcome home party.
“Are we gonna spend the whole night arguing over whose go it is to load a new tune or let MooD handle the whole shebang?” Said Vince who had served with Seth in the battlegrounds of the Basque country.
“I thought you boys liked toys?” Said Zanda, Seth’s petite fiancé, as she waved her hand in front of the door. MooD entered exuding an Afrobeat and strutting a slow moonwalk.
“I hate those things and now I’ve got one in my pod, it’s like Marky died for nothing.”
“Shouldn’t you be petitioning on MeMe or shining holoboards out in Westminster with the other Ludds?” Said Zanda. [Read more →]

Trailer by Sansculotte for Praxis/Datacide party May 11

praxis presents datacide 13 fundraiser from sans culotte on Vimeo.

11.05.2013 Praxis presents Datacide @ Subversiv Berlin

in den räumen des subversiv e.v., brunnenstrasse 7, berlin-mitte, u8  rosenthaler platz
start: 23:00

DAN HEKATE [HEKATE SOUNDSYSTEM]
http://soundcloud.com/dan-hekate-1

INUSHINI [OHM 52]
http://soundcloud.com/inushini

HETZER [CLASH OF THE TITANS]
http://www.myspace.com/hetzer

BASE FORCE ONE [PRAXIS]
http://soundcloud.com/praxisrecords

H-KON [CLASH OF THE TITANS]
http://soundcloud.com/h-kon

ZOMBIEFLESHEATER [KRITIK AM LEBEN]
http://soundcloud.com/zombieflesheater

SANSCULOTTE VJ [HIRNTRUST]
https://vimeo.com/sansculotte

Fundraiser for the next issue of datacide magazine.

http://datacide-magazine.com/
http://praxis.c8.com/

BREAKCORE EXPERIMENTAL HARDCORE

NO RACISM, NO SEXISM, NO NATIONALISM, NO STARS

Digital Disease

Story by Dan Hekate

The smell of shit permeates the small murky room; the figure takes an age to pull himself out of the chair. A tangled mess of cables stretches out from his body to a bank of machines that hum ominously in the background. The drip that feeds his arm wobbles dangerously back and forth on its spindly metal legs before a withered hand stretches out to stabilise it. From distance it would be easy to mistake the character for an old frail man, closer inspection reveals he is just a 12 year old. The boy finally makes it to the small camera that sits but a few meters away. With some effort he turns on the record button and slumps back down into his chair. He takes a moment to compose himself, rolling his tongue around in his mouth to build up enough saliva to talk. [Read more →]

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