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Compiled a little wanky list that in the field of English prose has produced the most outstanding flow in a noise or a kind of proto-synthcore direction. It gives me pleasure, you see, to distil books I’ve purchased into a bogstandard spectral canon. Now I wanna say: I studied at TOSHIBA Lit Academy. So the choices are as much influenced by syntax (and grey clouds) as the synth-philosophy you unearth (when with a pickaxe you go looking) in each of these epic texts. One rule is that to advance in this game-of-dub the solo player has to transform their bedside into a library. They must spark a few joints and listen to Burial, to Leyland Kirby, to the We Are Phuture mixtape cassette (1991), to anything aesthetically decent anyway, anything that flows and grinds and echoes while you check out Sartor Resartus, Moby Dick, Nostromo, the selected bones of Joyce and Beckett, Pale Fire and Herzog, The Nova Trilogy and Gravity’s Rainbow. A wanky book list: all have different types of phantasms inside: for the brain experiments I’m doing.
