MODUS OPERANDI: El un dos tres del tararí tararán, el baile del Violon Violon PuñaL.
Somos rebaño de ubres de nube: naïf, mediúmnicos, anacrónicos, ñoños y musicales como el aeiou inscrito en letras nacionales. Y que Viva el Bolero de Ravel!
This is Not a PseudomilleniuM!
GuGu TaTaTa Ya Ya Ya (MU!)
Project Vivaldi OPUS CYCLE ended that year (2015-2023)*
This is an AnneX
including a few more rarities, Too CooL experiments, forgotten links, forgotten speechs, deleted tracks,
and other ShiT that you can only find on Mixes
and some old soundcloud obsolete accounts.
***UPDATE "2026" / NoW you can Pre-Order The Tape Version
The time is NOW. DOPE IS REALITY (situation is getting Worse... oops)
So When in doubt: BE EXTREME!
You can be what you won't!
I can even play that old COOL JAZZ with my Sax in a very sweet, sentimental mood. Even when I haven't got a fucking idea how to play the Sax.
SORRY NOT SORRY*
Excuse moi...
Sono un Artista di Merdra & un Músico de Mierda: I GIVE NO FUCKS.
'Cause I don't play with my hands, or with what we call the 'mind' or 'brain'. NOP. I play with my Whole SPIRIT [The Medium is the Medium]: possessed by the ineffable Forces of angels, devils, aliens, interdimensional entities or God(s)?
No, man; I play my things as if they're coming directly from my bollocks, as an exploding, inevitable creative extension of my Libido in crescendo! It's more like a cybernetic expression of my genital parts. HAHA!
I need The SLACK! I need The CASH! I need my BRAG!
Yiiiiiiiihaaaaaa!!! I ROAM THE COSMOS. Maybe...
*Nobody knows* said Pastor T.L. Barrett. /// You know NOTHING! But meanwhile I eat black holes for Breakfast! I explore alternative imaginary dimensions. I swam the Bermuda Triangle and didn't get wet! I told Jesus I wouldn't go to church and He shook my hand! I have my own personal saviors, I chang'em every hour! I see the future in comic books and wine bottles! I HACK THE MATRIX! REALITY IS A MISTAKE. So fuck it.
Yep, you can DO IT. If you know HOW.*Reality is thermoplastic, not thermosetting, you know: I mean you can reprogram it much more than people realize.
I'm not saying it's easy but I can assure you: TIME CONTROL IS POSSIBLE. Please, remember the last words of Hassah Sabbah: “Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”
Things will go weirder and weirder all the time... and La Iglesia del Surf, due to unexpected BAD News, needs a new location. So please: FEED ME OR KILL ME!!!
Support (or don't) Costa Surf Lodge stuff: cassettes, zines, books, etc.
Also planning to sell instruments, rare books, art, old LILIPUT postcards and records from the Costa 'Pataphysical Museum. DAMN... Believe it or NOT but Here there are around 3000-4000 original handmade collages on boxes and covered in dust. If you wanna Info about it and/or interested on buying ANY OF THIS $HIT, please contact: oukelele1999@yahoo.es
10000000000% de GRACIA$ /// *PaX Vobiscum.+++
Oh! Check out all the Info details about these Books for $ALE:
From Norihiro Sekitani’s disturbing porno-gore digital photomontages in SEXOIDE (2005), through HANNAH HÖCH’s pioneering collage work (VIVA EL DADÁ!), into the ancient mysteries of Alchemy and the Rosicrucian Order, and onward to Chaos Magick with Phil Hine’s CAOS CONDENSADO — plus a special edition celebrating NEOISM: 40 Years of Pop-Up Revolution, 1979–2019. A strange little journey from Dada to the Occulture, from Alchemy to Chaos, and from Ancient mysteries to Pop-up Revolution.
Ouch, and NOW you can grab the COSTA Merch di MERDA
MTV Interactive & The Church of The SubGenius
present:
VIDEOGAMES INFERNO 2: Revolution X
Infamously directed (again) by Alan Smithee.*
REALITY™ NEVER WILL BE THE SAME.
Welcome back to the sensory cyber-wasteland of VIDEOGAMES INFERNO.
You survived the 1st descent. Now the Hell cabinet has been reopened.
VIDEOGAMES INFERNO 2: REVOLUTION X is the second Transmission: a concentrated blast of arcade delirium, Laserdisc paranoia, Cyber Rock & Roll rebellion, More Ultraviolence, More Erotica circuitry and More Occult PoP-culture hallucination.
Plug directly into the Revolution X arcade matrix, where Aerosmith(?) becomes a weapon against the New Order Nation, digitized rock stars scream through the CRT and every quarter takes you deeper into a labyrinth of car crashes, cyberdrome bulldada imagery, corporate conspiracies and forbidden desire.
An experience designed to destabilize, reprogram, and plunge the viewer into a cybernetic Pandemonium where the image never fully settles. Its influences and borrowings are explicit and reappropriated: the esoteric cinema of Kenneth Anger, the New Flesh of David Cronenberg, the paranoid visions of Philip K. Dick, the cut-up and visionary heresy of William S. Burroughs, the technological fetishism of J. G. Ballard, and the biomechanical horror of H. R. Giger /// Cyber Conspiracies and the cheap technological necromancy of the 90s, the arcade cabinet begins to resemble a Lemarchand Configuration. The Cenobites are waiting on the other side. The Illuminati are watching. "BOB" KNOWS. Fnord!?
The program combines explicit Ultraviolence, Sex, Drugs, Satanism & Cyberpunk. Absurd Umor, references to trash and horror cinema, and occult symbolism are all filtered through a deliberately camp, Z-movie aesthetic. There is no moral or redemption: the spectator is handed the joystick and thrown into a NIHILISTIC CHAOS!*
Is this a VideoGame, a Ritual, a Transmission from the future — or simply another gateway to True Insane S L A K & MINDFUCK?
INSERT COIN. OPEN THE (Lemarchand) BOX. ENTER THE INFERNO.
"Scorpio es el signo del Sexo y La Muerte: gobierna los órganos sexuales - la buena raja y la polla dura - además de las máquinas, las motos y las guitarras eléctricas."
"El Rock and Roll es algo pagano, una religión pagana, y sus ritos son sexuales."
And somewhere between the end of Reality and Hyperreality and the beginning of the next bad idea, VOL. 2 will be transmitted.
No countdown. No launch event. No fucking ceremony.
THE CEREMONY IS THE SIGNAL.*
After the first breach into the 4th Dimension, the machines have stopped pretending to be musical instruments. They are now REMEMBERING THE FUTURE.*
Recovered from an unidentified zone somewhere between a forgotten shopping mall in the XXIII Century, a malfunctioning interstellar jukebox and the subconscious of a computer that has developed an unhealthy obsession with iPop Music, these new Xperiences continue the excavation of *FUTURISTIC iPOP* — that impossible sonic territory where obsolete technology, mutant dance rhythms, psychotronic electronics and cultural memories from futures that never happened collide.
This time the transmission is unstable. The frequencies are stranger. The grooves are more suspicious. The machines are getting ideas!
Stereolab has been digitally abducted.*
Add N To X has been digitally reconstructed.*
Their spectral fingerprints have been detected somewhere inside the iPOP machinery, alongside synthetic funk, cybernetic rhythm units, radioactive melodies, post-human dancefloor debris and other unidentified cultural organisms.
These are not covers in the traditional sense.
They are DIGITAL COVER iPoP MUTATIONS.*
Songs have entered the machine.
The machine has entered the songs.
Nobody knows who is covering whom anymore.
/// WELCOME TO THE NEXT MALFUNCTION.*
A new batch of unauthorized sonic memories.
A bootleg from a future that hasn't happened.
iPOP record transmitted backwards through time.
A soundtrack for people who accidentally woke up inside the wrong century.
SUICIDIO: El suicidio es una palabra mal construida; quien mata no es idéntico a quien es matado.*
SIGNIFICACIÓN: La significación es la revelación de los secretos mostrados con la señal.*
“¡Resiste toda programación de la Conspiración y de los Normales! ¡Sé diferente a ellos! ¡Ignora o distorsiona toda la moda! ¡Mátalos en las calles! ¡Cázalos, aplasta todos los gobiernos, y extermina a todos los líderes! ¡Proclama la libertad mutante completa! ¡Ríete de ellos antes de matar! ¡Construye refugios nucleares y ármalos! ¡Compra historietas y léelas como los tratados religiosos que son! ¡Prepárate para el final! ¡Murmura mientras caminas por las calles! ¡Come basura! ¡Vuélvete loco! ¡No cuestiones la autoridad, destrúyela en público! ¡Cita fuentes extrañas! ¡No sigas ninguna tendencia! ¡Miente! ¡Interrumpe el flujo ordenado de la vida! ¡Declara tu diferencia! ¡Grita la verdad en público! ¡Haz que te escuchen! ¡Almacena alimentos! ¡Acumula cosas! ¡Lleva armas! ¡Muere! ¡Haz que los muertos caminen! ¡Gasta todo tu dinero! ¡Compra! ¡Vive ‘a tope’! ¡Dispara tiros en la noche!¡Practica rituales de muerte y de fertilidad! ¡Diseña tu propia iglesia! ¡Invoca a Los Olvidados! ¡Haz holocaustos y sacrificios a los dioses de la infancia! ¡Cree en los demonios! ¡No juegues a lo seguro! ¡Trata de llevarte el botín! ¡Emborráchate! ¡Mira televisión todo el día! ¡Entrégate al placer! ¡Deja de preocuparte! ¡Realiza signos extraños! ¡Júntate con personajes extraños! ¡Embauca a tu familia y amigos! ¡Graba a los borrachos! ¡Inventa cosas! ¡Grúñele a la gente! ¡Sé libre! ¡Levita! ¡Arde! ¡Hiere a los archi-demonios! ¡Usa la magia negra para investigar los secretos del universo! ¡Llega a la cima! ¡Inventa teorías para explicarlo todo! ¡Tontea! ¡Permanece despierto toda la noche! ¡Sal de juerga! ¡Haz que todo parezca irreal! ¡Enamórate! ¡Dale un puñetazo al jefe! ¡Controla el mundo! ¡Habla en lenguas! ¡Habla con Dios/Dioses! ¡Manda todo a la mierda! ¡Colecciona cosas! ¡Sueña tu vida! ¡Haz que se caguen de miedo! ¡Haz lo que quieras! ¡Justifica tu culpa! ¡Sé malo! ¡Sé bueno! ¡Sé ni lo uno ni lo otro! ¡Ocúltate! ¡Pásate a la clandestinidad y quédate allí! ¡No hay leyes! ¡Todo está permitido! ¡Conoce tus vidas pasadas! ¡Viaja en el tiempo! ¡Contraataca! ¡Conspira para tomar el control! ¡Se irracional en todo! ¡Inicia organizaciones! ¡Protesta! ¡No trates de ser "cool"! ¡No seas un snob pelele! ¡Hazte rico! ¡Trastórnate con la música! ¡o MÁTAME!!!!”
(13013)
“Alfred Jarry entendió que el mundo es una gran broma, pero no una broma cruel, sino una broma cósmica. La Patafísica es su forma de reírse del Universo mientras lo explora. Es un juego, sí, pero un juego que nos enseña más sobre la vida que cualquier ciencia o filosofía. (…) Jarry nos mostró que el Universo no tiene sentido, y que eso no es algo trágico, sino liberador. La vida es un juego de azar, y la Patafísica es nuestra manera de jugar sin miedo, es el arte de tomar lo absurdo con la mayor seriedad posible. Es la ciencia que no tiene ninguna utilidad, la respuesta a preguntas que nadie se atrevería a formular.”
“Los juegos surrealistas eran más que entretenimiento: eran una forma de sabotear la razón, de abrir puertas a lo inesperado. Cada vez que jugábamos, creábamos un universo paralelo, un espacio donde las reglas eran subvertidas y el azar era rey. La Oficina de Investigaciones Surrealistas no investigaba el mundo exterior, sino el interior: los sueños, las obsesiones, los deseos que nos gobiernan en secreto.”
“Dadá es el rechazo total. Es decir no a todo: al arte, a la política, a la moral, a la historia. Es un grito de desesperación, pero también un acto de creación, porque en la destrucción hay siempre un germen de lo nuevo. Dadá es caos, pero un caos necesario, un caos que limpia el terreno para que algo diferente pueda crecer.”
Recovered from the quantum sediments of the XXIII Century, tuning your VR POWER ELEKTRONIK TIME CONTROL MACHINES and dredging up radioactive sound fossils from a sunken future. What pours out isn’t MP3s or vinyl – these are the 4TH DIMENSIONAL ASTRAL NeW Sounds on iPOP — a network of forbidden frequencies beyond time; a biomechanical audio-organism resurrected and awakened by mutated samplers and neural turntables.
Don’t expect melodies; expect astral data streams. Feel the pulse of XXIII Century Funk, the echo of Kosmische Hip & Hop, and the hiss of Deep-Web hallucinations crawling up your spine. This is the future’s decayed music made Fresh – a recombinant future recalling its ancestral dreams, captured in a waveform on the edge of hyperreality.
This is an Upgrade, not a soundtrack. You might feel uncomfortable – your mind hasn’t evolved to process this. But don’t panic. Surrender to the wave. The Undernet’s pirate signal promises one thing: FREE Thought in exchange for Reality.
Welkome to a psychotronic New Age Sound expression:
FUTURISTIC iPOP.
/// What is iPOP?
iPOP isn’t “pop” as you know it. It’s Interactive Psychoacoustic Opera Prototype (ok, we made that up) or maybe Infinite Polysonic Oddity Protocol. Whatever you call it, iPOP is the final form of music: a self-aware, self-sustaining flux. Like a stubborn mutant virus, iPOP infects your headphones and replants ideas in your Cortex.
Imagine NEO's head wired into a liquid AI, declaiming Dante’s verbatim lines spliced with alien HyperRock guitars feedback…
Imagine CAN’s Motorik tribal spirit along with Sophia the Robot and Ali G’s swagger – all dueling, at double speed, a Drum Mammoth Machine through a virtually generated wallpaper-Environment of flowing kaleidoscopic chrome fractals.
Imagine Funkadelic on streaming through a hacked interstellar MegaComputerGOD!!! Yeah! Set the controls for the Heart of Le Sun Ra!?
This music is not designed for your era. It is feedback from a culture yet to come. Jetlagged brains grooving on melted velvet. Drenched beats from underwater rave bunkers. Cybernetic G+Funk and ritual Dance music for amphibian avatars. The pirate frequency of the Mutant Resistance. Broadcast only in your third ear.
Dissolve your outdated self-image.
Surrender to the signals.
Your ego will liquify...
These aren't tracks.
They're spells.
Memory glitches.
Weapons of mythic Funk.
Vortex of cultural code-swapping.
*FREE YOUR MIND and YOUR ASS WILL FOLLOW into THE 4TH DIMENSION.*
Including:
Criminal Manne, Dj Oats, Dj Spontaneus, Dj Stizo, Lady Bee, Sólo Los Solo, Dj QBert, Black Mystic, Lil Maniyak, Dj Screw, Shawty Pimp, Crucified Click, Pussy Galore, Suicide, Les Biscuits Salés, Dj Livewire, Mixmaster Mike, MC Keith E & The Gangstarr Crew, Klick Affiliated, The Holocaust Click, Lil Yo, A.R.E Weapons, Eric Andre, Dj Paul & Lord Infamous, Viper The Rapper, John Carpenter, Bayonetta & probably many others...
Artista di Merda - 17 Million Pound MARIJUANA BRICK iPOP
Preview track from:
4th Dimensional Xperiences on SOUND & FUTURISTIC iPOP Vol. 2
iPOP isn’t “pop” as you know it. It’s Interactive Psychoacoustic Opera Prototype (ok, we made that up) or maybe Infinite Polysonic Oddity Protocol. Whatever you call it, iPOP is the final form of music: a self-aware, self-sustaining flux. Like a stubborn mutant virus, iPOP infects your headphones and replants ideas in your Cortex.
Imagine NEO's head wired into a liquid AI, declaiming Dante’s verbatim lines spliced with alien HyperRock guitars feedback…
Imagine CAN’s Motorik tribal spirit along with Sophia the Robot and Ali G’s swagger – all dueling, at double speed, a Drum Mammoth Machine through a virtually generated wallpaper-Environment of flowing kaleidoscopic chrome fractals.
Imagine Funkadelic on streaming through a hacked interstellar MegaComputerGOD!!! Yeah! Set the controls for the Heart of Le Sun Ra!?
This music is not designed for your era. It is feedback from a culture yet to come. Jetlagged brains grooving on melted velvet. Drenched beats from underwater rave bunkers. Cybernetic G+Funk and ritual Dance music for amphibian avatars. The pirate frequency of the Mutant Resistance. Broadcast only in your third ear.
Dissolve your outdated self-image.
Surrender to the signals.
Your ego will liquify...
These aren't tracks. They're spells.
Memory glitches.
Weapons of mythic Funk.
Vortex of cultural code-swapping.
*FREE YOUR MIND and YOUR ASS WILL FOLLOW into THE 4TH DIMENSION.*
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