According to '50 Year Old Man' by The Fall, Steve Albini is "in collusion with Virgin Trains." This seems unlikely, but who knows what mysterious knowledge Mark E Smith is privy to.
Maximum post-punk intensity to mark the pagan fire festival, Beltane. (Other modes of joyfully irrational ancient Earth-worship are available.)
Weird kinda mash-up. Tony Kushner's Aids-era play 'Angels in America' Vs yearning noise-manufacturers Jesu. 'Plans That Fade' from Pale Sketches...
"I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there's a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."
Tony Kushner, Angels in America
You know when you find something you weren't aware you were looking for? And it's, like, some weird, trance-inducing, free-form ethno-industrial chanting? Made by grungy psychonauts in bee-keeper's hats? Well, that's very much how it is with The Master Musicians of Bukkake. You could try to describe this. But you might as well weigh the sky. Totem One and The Visible Sign of The Invisible Order are the names of some of their records. I'm booking them now to play non-stop for 16 hours in the desert sometime after the end of the Mayan calender.