meshmass, (in pursuit of their evil plans) went to st leonards and played at a 'splitting the atom' noise evening, where they performed 2 pieces they had never heard before, 'little things' and 'discofuck'. 'little things' is in their new genre of carpetmusic wherein (for example) tiny sinewave snippets are repeated in loops of different lengths making a shifting but repeating pattern over which the wicked duo unleash their twisted improvisations. and twisted they certainly were, apparently influenced by the context in which they found themselves (a succession of semi-naked boys screaming at microphones until they died accompanied by other semi-naked boys subjecting a bass guitar to lurid torments (for example) and men in devil suits poking savage noises out of illuminated tablets) a squalling onslaught of rasps and honks was answered with sustained slabs of distortion and feedback, causing a universal flinching and some bleeding from the ears. just before they played the projector froze on a single frame from an appalling british science fiction film as the dvd player gave up its tiny ghost so they played in a virtual blackout (and a virtual blackout is the kindest explanation available for their general level of organisation). nevertheless everything worked and nothing that we yet know about got broken. it has been suggested that st leonard is the patron saint of the mad and this would certainly go some way to explaining the largely favourable reception the mass received. there is now some talk of playing a lewes electro gig with nil by nose and possibly other rapscallions and ne'er-do-wells. so far the best efforts of i. d. s. (ideologically driven serfdom / industry defends slavery / incompetent demagogue smith) have failed to quench the mighty fire that is meshmass but things look bleak for the plucky duo as we advance further into the desert of austerity, a vast plain devoid of sympathy light or growth. ah, lackaday. some of us remember with fondness historical epochs (such as the middle ages) in which lives of poverty and dedication were respected. but let it be seen clearly: such days are behind us and now the poor must be punished for their misfortune and indigence as they so thoroughly deserve. for does he not speak unto us, saying (in the mighty voice of the quiet man) 'those who expect to get benefits for nothing, those days are over' and verily they are over, now we expect only to be sent to work in poundland for the price of a cup of tea where we will be trained for golden futures in stockbroking and the horse export trade ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. meshmass, the sound of fat children