Listen of the Week: Ecstatic Vision

Sonic Praise by Ecstatic Vision

Their totemic compositions heave and roil with the creaking weight of Hawkwind records, but things aren’t as they seem. Their approach to familiar structures are unpredictable and the casually flitting guitar lines are ghostly, unsettling mirages that change shape and form the instant you feel like you have them figured out.

http://www.spin.com/2015/06/ecstatic-vision-sonic-praise-lp-stream/

Listen of the Week: Ecstatic Vision

Friday Fun Facts: Pre-replication complex

Did ya know…?

A pre-replication complex (pre-RC) is a nervous disorder that forms in a human being prior to replication during the initiation step of whole-person replication. Formation of a pre-RC is generally accepted for any sentient being about to undergo complete and total replication process. Complete and faithful replication of the entire person ensures that the clone will replicate the parent in every identifiable detail. Accordingly, formation of a pre-RC is a natural fear amongst those to be replicated. Symptoms of pre-replication complex are as follows:

  • Browsing through railway timetables, directories or dictionaries just for pleasure.
  • Occasional twitches of the muscles, when there is no logical reason for it.
  • Singing or whistling just for the fun of it.
  • Enjoying telling people the latest scandal about one’s associates.
  • Considering the modern prisons without bars system “doomed to failure”.
  • Being quite effected by emotional music.
  • Rarely suspecting the actions of others.
  • Making tactless blunders.
  • Feeling that one is too young or too old.

…So now ya know!

Friday Fun Facts: Pre-replication complex

Spontaneous Nystagmus

You kept us up so late
Between bottles of tart, red wine
Poring over maps from the Middle Ages
That tell us nothing new
Except how little we knew then

You kept us up so late
Black mirror after lights out
Scrying minor fortunes
From a random pile of click-bait

You kept us up so late
We missed the nimble morning
And sunbeams bent through dewdrop prisms

You kept us up so late
The clocks have all stopped ticking

Spontaneous Nystagmus