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03[036]03[037]would have stopped. But I think yours [speeded-up vocoderl just gotstarted. I held all this information back from you just because youhaven't signed your name to your death certificate.' Shards of funerealghost choir break in, the jagged edges of broken harmony.Gothic Futurism fastforwards the ancient Gothic Germanic scriptsuppressed by Roman typography. Rammellzee becomes theHistoretician, the historical theoretician who terrifies through hisesoterical terrorism. Factory rhythms engulf the lecture. A bottlesmashes, becomes the beat, pistons punch out time, hammers jack andjudder, steam shoots needles of hissing air. Strings swarm in animpending unease, a state of unlocatable threat. Forlorn voices wail in athrenody for deleted massacres.Lecture is structured as a series of inscrutable commands from aDestructiv Knowledge Engine: 'We want you to proceed with your bookson Gothic texts. We want you to open up the pages 449 45 Roman Law .Turn to card number 1997. And for this we want you to know that youhave already failed your course with a B. You haven't even gotten towhat it is. The inflammation of all information.'Escape into psychopathogenetics: Dr octagonsometimes I don't even feel/ike I am a humanbeing anymoreKool KeithReEntering Planet 3On hearing Dr Octagon, HipHop 's protectionism, its appetite forgrounding reality, its drive to discipline and punish are obsolesced. Allits belief systems are demilitarized, vaporised on contact, leaving youstranded in a psychopathogenetic future with no way of getting back tothe present. Kool Keith and his heteronyms are always coming back toEarth, perpetually reentering Planet 3'S orbit. They're already at homewith offworld states; it's the Earth planet and it's Earth people - you! -who are the aliens to them.Nothing is alien to Dr Octagon because everything is alien. 'Space ismy planet' he reports, in a Leave it to Beaver-voice: 'I live there, eatthere, wash there.' This generates the same relief < >thrill you feel whenTricky quotes Japan's '81 Ghosts on '94'S Aftermath. Far from pretendingwhite Americans don't exist, Dr Octagon producer Dan Nakemura -known as The Automator - opens up a memorybank of 50S White-ManSCi-fi movies.Rstonish Me!The Automator perpetually folds the mind into origami. Listening to TheAutomator reminds you that HipHop is computer music. Trad HipHopcontinues to install a painful binary machine, a rigid funk canon that cutsright through you, and polarizes your flux . But after Kool Keith's, TheAutomator's and guest producer Kut Master Kurt's '95 album Dr Octagon,this restricted aesthetic feels like emotional amputation, like terminalinsularity elevated to a fraudulent ethiCS, an ethics known as Black Music.Which is why the term Black Music so often sounds stupid, so datedand pointless, a phrase only used by the most retarded rob cheerleaders.Black MUSic: the term clamps the brain because it omits the role of themachine, because it blithely ignores computerization by locating all ofHipHop back in the all-too-human zones of the soul or the street.To use the phrase Black Music is to presume a consensus that hasnever existed, to assume a readily audible pre-synthetic essence whichmachines have externalized, manufactured and globalized. No longersheltering within an essence that never was, today's Futuristunderstands the mythillogic of the soundmachine.The Futurist is a scientist who manufactures new MythSciences fromsoundmachines: the processes of AutoCreation, AutoCatalysis,AutoDestruction which cooperate as the secret life of machines, theclash of concepts on the plane of X meets Y.I MultipliedThe traditional diagnosis of alienation no longer makes any sense to the90S producer. Instead of synchronizing the mediated body with selfimage until the 2 make a single knowledge of self, Dr Octagon di salignsthe selves and then continues to multiply them in a mitosis of the I.