in 1975, those who were alive, dropped the needle of their record players down on the highly anticipated new Pink Floyd album after the staggering success of Dark Side Of The Moon. At the end of side 1 of Wish You Were Here was an even darker prophecy of what was to come..
The industrial noises of the factory, locking the track into electronic pulses. Artistic into mainstream success into commercial lockstep. Co-opting rebellion and selling it back as a commodity. Draining analog warmth into the digital coldness of code. bringing in personal computers in your home, in your bedroom, connected together across the world, caught in the web of wires and electromagnetic energy. Manufacturing music into impossible perfection that never existed. The cold steel of cityscapes replacing every memory of place. Pervasive surveillance and no place to think.
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