The usual Grey Area split of (less interesting IMO) 128bpm and (more tense, captivating) 85/170bpm excursions (‘Convergence’ & ‘Incoherent’) through intricately devised production line process.
Unsynched, metallic polyrhythms, sheets and blocks, glide past each other on vari-speed conveyor belts to undisclosed end points. Just as your brain thinks it has computed the pattern/groove it twists and bends into something else…
A strange feeling of intimacy. Up close observation. A dispassionate void. The machinations of AI automation. While there might be a certain amount of poetry in that (and it might be your kink?) there’s a niggling that this is just another souless interaction with another cybernetic organism?
Prole Sector 