Merdre! Too CooL SAXO MOTHERFUCKER!?

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.

Vendemos E T H E R*  & Adrenochromo.

Shh...  ///   IT'S MAGICK! :

https://afrikapseudobruitismus1.bandcamp.com

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:

https://www.ebay.es/usr/erihurtadosaur_0

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

en la maravillosa nueva Librería UGH!:

https://www.instagram.com/libreria.ugh

Y en la mítica Discos LA CAVERNA:

https://www.instagram.com/discoscavernamusica

“Find Out What Happens when People Stop Being Polite, 

and Start Gettin Reel.”

(HYPE WILLIAMS)

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

Alan Smithee: VIDEOGAMES INFERNO 2 /// Revolution X*

 

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.

MUSIC IS THE WEAPON. (HYPER)REALITY™ IS THE GAME.

Press PLAY.

👁️ PREVIOUS TRANSMISSION:

VIDEOGAMES INFERNO — The Director's Cut:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDpCGoDwOGM

Soundtrack: ARTISTA di MERDA

https://artistadimerda.bandcamp.com

https://soundcloud.com/artistadimerda

Archived & transmuted by ALAN SMITHEE HomeVideo.

All Rites Reversed Ⓚ

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

CAN próximamente en el Sistema 2738

CAN LIVE! IN THE NEW MUSICAL FACE OF SYSTEM 2738

NEXT TRANSMISSION

en INTERGALACTIC BALNEARIO OLÍMPICO

Earth has become too slow.

CAN are coming to System 2738 for one night only — a completely improvised transmission from the outer zones of rhythm, electricity and consciousness.

No setlist.

No rehearsals.

No guarantees.

Just sound, space, repetition and disappearance.

Jaki's drums will operate at machine precision, pushing the entire system toward the point where rhythm becomes physical matter. As he once explained his method:

“You have to play monotonously… repeat the same rhythmic cycle. Then groove happens.”

Holger will manipulate the Transmission from inside the machine, cutting reality into pieces. Irmin Schmidt will open the harmonic gates. Michael Karoli will activate the magnetic electric strings.

And somewhere between the first beat and the last transmission, the music will begin to play itself. As Holger Czukay described the ideal state:

“I’m a medium through which the music flows.”

THE PROGRAM:

TAGO MAGO — DEEP SPACE VERSION

HALLELUWAH — 2738 EXTENDED TRANSMISSION

FUTURE DAYS — ZERO-G MIX

MOTHER SKY — SOLAR SYSTEM EDIT

SPOON — HYPNOTIC PRECISION CUT

…and completely unknown material received directly from the future.

WARNING:

The concert may last 27 minutes, 2738 minutes, or until the audience ceases to exist as an audience. There will be no encore. There will be no repetition.

Damo Suzuki dixit:

“Every performance should be a unique experience.”

TICKET: 4,000 $

TICKET INCLUDES: ONE NEW CAN CASSETTE FROM SYSTEM 2738

SALON F.B.I. — SECTOR 13013-7737

COME EARLY.

THE MACHINE IS ALREADY RUNNING.

CAN — 1968 → ∞

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

4th Dimensional Xperiences on SOUND & FUTURISTIC iPOP Vol. 2

4th Dimensional Xperiences on SOUND & FUTURISTIC iPOP Vol. 2

by Artista di Merda

https://artistadimerda.bandcamp.com

https://soundcloud.com/artistadimerda

THE SIGNAL HAS MUTATED.

Tomorrow is not tomorrow.

Today is not Today.

Today is 1º de ABSOLUTO.

The first day of the *Pata-physical NeW Year 154*

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.

THIS IS NOT MUSIC.

This is **PATA-PHYSICAL SIGNAL PROCESSING.**

This is **MUTANT iPOP.**

This is **FUTURE MEMORY.**

Tune your obsolete machines.

Insert the cassette.

Press PLAY.

And whatever you do...

DO NOT TRY TO UNDERSTAND THE FREQUENCY.*

The frequency is trying to understand *YOU*.

Fuck Off REALITY / Let's HACK THE MATRIX!

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

Artista di Merda: 4D 2XXX26 SNAFU DISKO

 

4D 2XXX26 SNAFU DISKO

In words of ARTISTA di MERDA: 

More of Just chilling and fucking with my Astral Brain 

into alternative realities. /// Are You Experienced?

Well... I AM.

*** Let's Dance! DO THE MUTANT UFO DISKO!!!

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

Por FiN! 4th Dimensional Xperiences on SOUND & FUTURISTIC iPOP Vol. 1 Non-Limited C-90 Edition

NON-Limited C-90 edition of 

4th Dimensional Xperiences on SOUND & FUTURISTIC iPOP Vol. 1

by Artista di Merda

https://artistadimerda.bandcamp.com

https://soundcloud.com/artistadimerda

THIS IS NOT MUSIC.

THIS is a (Preview) TRANSMISSION

from

THE ASTRAL UNDERNET.

“What's the frequency, Kenneth!?”

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.*

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

17 Million Pound MARIJUANA BRICK iPOP

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.*

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

PseudoNovalis en HYSTERIA MARKET!

Dr. PseudoNovalis en HYSTERIA MARKET 

next 5 septiembre "2026"

(Almería):

https://www.instagram.com/hysteriamarket.almeria

"Comenzamos con las presentaciones de lxs artistas que nos acompañarán en la 5ª edición de Hysteria Market!

En primer lugar tenemos a Erik PseudoNovalis, originario de Melilla.

Él ha venido desarrollando, durante cerca de dos décadas, un Corpus inabarcable en el que confluyen disciplinas como el collage, el videoarte, la música electrónica o la poesía, todo ello unido en los últimos años a la experimentación con AI.

En su faceta musical ha publicado cientos de referencias en digital y cassette en multitud de sellos nacionales e internacionales. Así mismo, ha autoeditado innumerables zines y cinco libros que exploran su pasión por el simbolismo, la Alquimia, el Surrealismo o la Patafísica.

Para el Hysteria Market nos trae copias de sus últimas publicaciones, y también CDs,Cassettes, láminas, postales…

Como él dice... “¿Reciclaje? Se podría decir que casi toda mi obra se basa en reciclar: tanto en collage, video, música e incluso escritura; reciclo viejas revistas, pelis malas, anuncios; o samplear música ajena o sonidos de muy diversa procedencia.”

Erik no tiene redes, cosa que lo hace aún más mágico si eso es posible, 

así que no os lo perdáis el 5 de septiembre." 🧡

*****

"We're kicking off the artist introductions for the **5th edition of Hysteria Market**!

First up is **Erik PseudoNovalis**, originally from Melilla, Spain.

For nearly two decades, he has been developing a vast and ever-expanding body of work that brings together collage, video art, electronic music, and poetry, while in recent years embracing experimentation with AI.

As a musician, he has released hundreds of digital and cassette editions through numerous national and international labels. He has also self-published a wide range of zines and five books exploring his fascination with Symbolism, Alchemy, Surrealism, and Pataphysics.

For **Hysteria Market**, he'll be bringing copies of his latest publications, along with CDs, cassettes, art prints, postcards, and more...

As he puts it:

> *"Recycling? You could say that almost all of my work is based on recycling. Whether it's collage, video, music, or even writing, I recycle old magazines, bad movies, advertisements—or I sample other people's music and sounds from all kinds of different sources."*

Erik isn't on social media—which somehow makes him even more mysterious, if that's possible—so don't miss the chance to meet him on **September 5th**. 🧡

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

Too CooL Mutant TEENAGE RiOT !

NEVER FORGET: THEY FEAR YOU

Just as the humans fear the alien in any given monster movie, they fear YOU because YOU ARE AN UNPREDICTABLE. This gives you a POWER beyond anything you previously imagined. You aren't JUST a worker drone... you ARE that, but you are also the possesor of that mighty power: the power to REPENT, QUIT YOUR JOB and SLACK OFF. You HAVE that power. You can DO it ANY TIME YOU LIKE, and They know it.

Then there are those who think we're just a bunch of intellectual art geeks. Heh, heh, heh, But ... if we WERE, reflect on just how much a few intellectual geeks HAVE DONE in the past. Hitler started out as an underground artist. The Bolsheviks were a small clique of amateur rantes and pamphlet publishers who happened to put themselves at just the right place and the right time... and for 70 years, they held a slew of nations in an IRON GRIP, and caused the murders of over 60 million people (...) a few probably even "innocent".

So think twice before you write off frustrated intellectual geeks.***

"Mutants are the vanguard of evolution, the cutting edge of progress. They are the pioneers of the new order, the harbingers of change. And yet, for all their promise and potential, mutants are feared and reviled by the unenlightened masses. They are persecuted, hunted down like animals, subjected to the most cruel and inhuman experiments. And why? Because they are different. Because they possess powers and abilities that the rest of us can only dream of. Because they are the future, and the future is a scary place."

"The mutants are among us, my friends. They are the ones with the extra arms, the glowing eyes, the telekinetic powers. They are the ones who will lead us into the next phase of human evolution, if we can only learn to accept and embrace them. But alas, we are a fearful and ignorant people, and we reject what we do not understand. We shun the mutants, we persecute them, we drive them underground. And in doing so, we doom ourselves to a stagnant and uninspired existence."

"We believe that mutation is the key to salvation. We believe that only by embracing our inner mutants, by unleashing our hidden powers, can we hope to escape the bonds of mortality and attain true freedom. We believe that the mutants are the chosen ones, the elect, the anointed. And we believe that one day, they will rise up and claim their rightful place as the rulers of the universe. All hail the mutants!"

"Mutants are the secret hope of the human race, and the only hope for the planet Earth." 

(13013)

"They did nothing. A new kind of radical. Look at that. Isn 't that cool? Writing over the walls is neater than any art always. Don't do it, isn't that cool - It's too cool. They can't help finding the digital word 'cool' ... Not only is that cool, this is even cooler. 

Everybody chill... Wanna get cooled out? Everybody stay cool."

(Pata-No UNLTD)

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©

Video Double Session: THE CYBER "BLOB" HORROR PICTURE SHOW & LEVIATHAN CRASH [2026 ReduX Edit]

 

CORTICAL SYSTEMATICS™ Productions presents: 

Double-Blobbed NON-FILM Xperience from HELL /// 

ReduX 2XX26 Special Edition. 

Infamously “directed” by ALAN SMITHEE (who legally does not exist) 

for the Glory of THE CHURCH OF THE SUBGENIUS™ 

https://www.subgenius.com 

1. THE CYBER “BLOB” HORROR PICTURE SHOW 

Psychotronic sermon of BLOB vs. BOB, beamed straight from the moist undergut of the Videodrome. This is not a movie—it’s a blob-based initiation ritual disguised as a sci-fi horror parody, but actually an anti-film, wrapped in glitch, drenched in Bulldada, and baptized in VHS snow. NoN‑Cinema. No sense. NO PLOT. Just “BLOBS” and “BOBS” hurtling you into hyperreality and dystopic horror. Pure audiovisual goo: pulsating plasma entities, demonic cartoons, hacked stock footage, and unholy sermonettes flickering between dimensions. The BLOB mutates from creature feature to cosmic metaphor to corrupted data packet in the blink of an eyeball. Science Fiction? Sure. Satanic Erotica? Absolutely. Computer science? Technically Yes. Imagine AI slime mold eating your childhood memories and regurgitating them as a SubGenius training tape. 

*BLOB = Binary Large OBSESSION™

2. LEVIATHAN CRASH

Cyberpunk nightmare drenched in the twisted dystopian visions of Philip K. Dick, William Burroughs or David Cronenberg, including blinks  to the esoteric cinema of Kenneth Anger; a hyperReal labyrinth where the eroticism of the automobile meets the dark enigmas of The Lemarchand’s Box & Leviathan.

Metaphysical car wreck through Satanic cyberspace, fueled by the ectoplasmic oil of post-human despair. Think J.G. Ballard’s CRASH meets Hellraiser in a haunted Super Nintendo. This is a digital trauma loop—a place where bodies glitch, roads end in black holes, and new flesh fuses with firmware. Crash test dummies scream in ASCII while Leviathan watches, grinning through the static.

Reality bends, folds, and burns into itself. Diabolic PSA voiceovers warn of moral decay while arcade game fragments melt into occult sigils. Digital cenobites stalk the void, whispering code. And somewhere in the chaos, The Lemarchand’s Box (also known as The Lament Configuration) clicks open—not with a key, but with a joystick. It’s Ultraviolence. It’s absurdity. It’s cybernetic heresy with a nihilist punchline.

*Prepare for a Crash you won’t survive… or forget.

****/// Plug in. Wreck yourself.

Sountrack and audio Edition 

by Alan Smithee & ARTISTA di MERDA:

https://artistadimerda.bandcamp.com

https://soundcloud.com/artistadimerda

https://www.youtube.com/@AlanSmithee999

ALL RITES REVERSED Ⓚ

Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXVI ©