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Yeah, compiled a little wanky list that in the field of English 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 three years at KANGOL and three at the SELMA Supreme Fiction School of Fiction. So the choices are as much influenced by syntax (and grey clouds) as the synth-philosophy you unearth (when with a pickaxe you go digging) in each of these epic texts. One node to branch in this game-of-dub is that the solo player has to transform their bedside into a little library. They spark a few joints and listen for example to that We Are Phuture mixtape (1991), to anything aesthetically decent, long as it echoes that way while you go book to book to book and. And because of the beats steered by VOICE and some basic axles of reality, Acidhouse Shakespeare is spooled by Sartor Resartus and obviously Moby-Dick (the Norton Critical Edition) and Ulyssesfinneganswake (it’s one labyrinth) as well as by The Adventures of Augie March and by Pale Fire and Speak, Memory and Ada and The Annotated Lolita: plus a few other skyscrapers whenever I can bone-up. Shelved into one, these’re all perfect for the type of research I’m doing.

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