meshmass at play in the soundfields... their adventures in the happy world of popular entertainment... the history of noise.
it has finally come to this. despite all our tunneling, mining, digging, scratching, burrowing and scraping, despite the laying of charges and the drilling of holes, despite efforts at inflation, expansion, psychometric enhancement, self-compression, despite appointing a commission and buying a larger and more commodious carpet - with pockets - despite our continued desperation and all that we have attempted or imagined we have finally and at last run out of space, due to the fact that we have expanded to the exact size of the universe and have thus filled up everything and even the possibility of anything else and it is no longer possible to produce the phenomenal quantities of brand new pulsing MESHMASS that we are used to. or that we used to. or that we have used........................................................................................... so we hereby announce, declare and aver that we are ceasing our monthly subscription-only releases at the end of this cycle, and we shall treat ourselves more as a special event in future, and less as a staple of the cultural diet. we stress that we are only doing this because our teams of dedicated engineers have assured us that MESHMASS will definitely catastrophise, is in fact in imminent danger of hooribulation and even possibly snud, leaving only a messy crater and a livid stench if we carry on producing material at the usual excessive rate in our endless pursuit of global growth designed to cover the expanding remuneration packages of our chief executives and other valued members of the board, our world renowned bribery schemes and also research. we have been authoritatively informed that we will implode under the pressure of our own gravity, creating an 'event horizon' from which not even light can escape, not of course that it would wish to, since it would want to be with us...................................... to be honest - as if such a thing were even possible - the situation has induced a major philosophical crisis in the hidden pseudo-brain (commonly known as the 'controlling function' when it is spoken of - rarely, and always in those hushed tones reserved for the truly revolting - ) that at least believes itself to make and use and inhabit and inform and generate and perhaps actually to be MESHMASS. what are we to say now about ourselves? our simple aesthetic formula of 'more', of quantitative extremism, of repetitive beats as prohibited by law, of play, of chance events, all this is threatened. members are starting to leave the country, limb by limb. a series of indicative votes has revealed that nobody approves of anything. but i diverge. i divert. i divulge........................................................................................................................................ so what does this mean to me, the average punter? absolutely bugger all, of course, since you could not care less about MESHMASS even if you were to take a course in mindfulness. but those people who were bold and charming and delightful and kind and well-intentioned and cultured and witty and good and above all of preternaturally acute aesthetic judgement enough or sufficiently to actually subscribe to the monthlymass will we hope find that meshmass fulfill their contract with them by delivering masses up to may. so where are we now, i wonder? we definitely did edit something out of somewhen at some point recently, and we will soon discover what it was and send it out for consumption or (as is more likely) to be ignored by our noble subscribers.
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the pearls which MESHMASS cast before them are so many that the floor is impassable, it is thick like the sea, like a lake of ballbearings, it is deep with scattered spheres and when they tread forward in that room they slip and slide, unable to balance on their pointy little trotters. like a ballerina on ballbearings i have been listening to 2017. there's a whole year of it. MESHMASS had a policy of excess. this is now over.