We work in the public sector, not for the money, but because the private sector is full of swivel-eyed, borderline crypto-fascists who think they own you because you are doing some work for them. They do not, and never will...NON SERVIAM.
Lost Climbers have stumbled back to civilisation, in their delirium they rave forth tales of...'The Awakened Mountain'. Sweet, abstract tones that tell of a madness so unhinged, that the merest glimpse, in a mirror, out of the corner of the minds eye, are enough to strike down the bravest of souls, and cause the quailing of Tyrants. (available as bit-encoded missive from the Technuus Gods). http://mondragon.bandcamp.com/ Forged in the core of a Dormant Volcano, pressure compressed a fuzz-drenched ingot of trippy noise, with Breakin' and Steppin' beats, that fuzed within the Miasmic Vapours of Freak Soundwaves, that pour forth from the craters on...The Awakened Mountain.
As Spring brings forth new life, so also do the creative wellsprings of the mind fill up afresh. So here as the metaphorical tale of Goldry Bluszco, recast in a narrative-free abstract manner, as golden waves.
Melodic Fuzz-Drenched Deliria, straight outta some 40s MilSpec circuitry, Lazer Hybridized alloys of Analogue and Digital, six strings and bass from the mountain.