meshmass meet the neighbours

The dreadful MESHMASS, murderous riff-merchants, inventors of deathpop, creators of calamitous noise, manufacturers of black disco, purveyors of sonic malignancy of any sort either imaginable or not and principal exponents of terror-hop are stricken to admit that they have neighbour trouble. The normal policy of exterminating all life-forms within a 500 metre radius having inexplicably failed, and efforts to employ the adolphian death-ray also proving fruitless they are faced with the dreadful prospect of living beings occupying nearby residences. And what beings! People made of balloons, I tell you, sausage people. A man with a head like a pink traffic light, a man so red in the face that he glows at night, suffusing the area with a roseate glow. We got a letter from the council which claimed we were committing a nuisance and alleged that our art was in fact no more than anti-social behaviour in fancy clothing. The mere fact that this is true has not prevented us from taking…. measures…. Hordes of zombies and ghouls have attacked the Housing Department, laying siege to the building and holding up placards with the single word ‘slogans’ written on them. This is nothing to do with us, oh no, and was definitively not achieved by contact with demonic forces or by conducting secret rites in the dead of night. A simultaneous distributed denial of service attack by invisible cyber-warriors was also nothing to do with us but has nevertheless caused the shutdown of all Local Government websites in the South-East of England. The sky has gone black and it is unseasonably cold. There is a nationwide strike. The government are introducing an emergency bill imposing new measures in the face of unprecedented threats to national security. Iraq has fallen to the Islamists. I have made some shortbread.

the terrifying prospect of another year of uninterrupted meshmass looms at the threshold making horrible gestures. over the last few weeks of the departed year a new policy of sampling and recycling the live instruments as played has been instituted by the ceremonially robed priestly cadres, meaning that meshmass can now be generated at once without any preparation. even more meshmass, then, if that is possible. it seems scarcely imaginable, the idea of 'even more', as the meshmass already in storage is straining the seams of the enormous metal drums in which it is held and the warehouses are full to bursting with these dangerous and unweildy containers. we were assured at the outset that the toxic residue of the meshmass would be safely held in geologically stable undergtound facilities for the sixty thousand years it is thought that it will remain hazardous, but in fact most of it was shipped to ghana in huge tankers which were then turned back and are now queueing outside the major ports of western europe and being refused entry. scientists calculate that if all the meshmass already in storage were to be released it would cause a destabilisation of the magnetic field which holds the north and south poles in place at each end of the planet leading to crisis in both the financial and climatic systems, bursting the internet and rupturing the national security agency. (ah, so that's what happened.) but it cannot be so, because i see behind me in the vast, shadowy warehouse that the stacked drums of meshmass are still piled to the ceiling with only the occasional leak visible. but somehow they look strangely taut and soft, as if they were swelling and becoming balloon-like. or is that only my imagination as i am nearly overcome by the fumes.... time to get back to the studio, it's frightening in here.... must make more meshmass.... must not ask "why?"... because of course there is no reason "why", the question itself is meaningless, there are only the reasons of being which obey no logic and have no end.... like meshmass.... and soon we will have to extract from the endless flow of meshmass another monthly portion for our helpless victims..... no, no, our eager subscribers. decembermass promises strange, innovatory and experimental meshmass. and now there is a whole new year helpless and supine before us......