PIRATE DRONE

Finally got me e:mail sorted out...so slowly catching up w/ a monstrous backlog of 'fan-mail'...1st up: a big Hi to Pirate Drone over in Aus. Any blog that uses the phrase "mind altering frequencies and erosive ragas" is okay with me...

Plenty of Conan Doyle ectoplasm action and Roxy/Rex references on dis blog. Da Pirate left a comment about Girls Aloud deep in my archives that caught my attention: "May Bacchus help us all, these 'Girls Aloud' seem to be carving some sort of niche - no, more like a blowhole - in the collective contemporary psyche. I have never seen them in [non]action, not being resident in Britain, but since stumbling across your page yesterday my brain has been straining to synthesize an image of this pretty, bubbly, narcoleptically bored gaggle of girls, to the point where I actually *dreamed* them last night, my brain introducing them to that dream world where gravity is about double that on earth so they fitted in well. I suppose they hit the mark between ideal consumer citizen and actual consumer citizen, which is to say, co-ordinated in the latest crappy fashions, and purged of life-force by over-exposure to both cerebral and visceral stodge..."

Glad to hear that GA are now hitting a spot with people that have never even heard of them. This sort of Subliminal Pop Action may be the way to go...(perhaps GA's doziness is acting as an unconscious reverse-broadcast of some sort...) if only record companies would, er, wake up to the fact that people no longer even need to hear their acts. The very fact that they exist seems to now be enough for them to filter down into The Mass (Un)Consciousness. (Kirby predicted this sort of nonsense in The Eternals with "The Uni-Mind" (his quote-marks, not mine)...) Or: maybe Girls Aloud just satisfy some deep-seated mass neo-existential need that was previously fulfilled by the likes of Bruce Lee (ie if they didn't exist then someone would've had to, er, manufacture them)...

Either way, let's hear it for the Global Hive Mind...

Well, okay, Pirate Drone probably isn't going to buy their new LP (which is on constant rotation in our car), but that's not the point...perhaps we've somehow stumbled on the concept of subliminal global branding. Imagine the reverse of Remote Viewers: instead, you have people who are psychically magnetic and who suck subconscious consumerist angst towards them on hitherto unknown telepathic phrequencies...

Still, I love the fact that they've managed to inhabit Non-D Idea-Space so quickly...devolving and de-accelerating down though Psychobabble and Marxist Theory into the White Trash Conspiracy Vacuum w/out even lifting a false fingernail. Considering their state of near-inertia, I'm frankly amazed at the rapidity of their descent into Pure Concept; though, perhaps, it was inevitable...

I was serious about seeing them in Bristol in May...wonder if I can talk Psychbloke or Dom-Z into joining me...