Forces From Above b/w Times Square, Poison Season

From the pen of DJ [email protected] DJ [email protected] has heard of dubstep. DJ [email protected] is sickened by the organic, human nature of the album version of “Forces From Above” and of the Poison Season feel in general, when the words are so often about mechanized abuse at a societal level. It makes no sense. However, DJ [email protected] understands malaise and being lost in the simple maze (a couple of squiggly lines) of one’s dreary thoughts. DJ [email protected] knows for a fact that “Forces From Above” is about CAMPS, like internment camps and concentration camps. DJ [email protected] heard this from Bejar himself, muttered once or twice, in his bunk. DJ [email protected] are not interested in release; they are exercises in tension that go nowhere, much like a life. DJ [email protected] dabbles in queer theory. DJ [email protected] mixes on an iPhone; too bad. DJ [email protected] says, “Destroyer’s sadness is no match for mine. Mine cannot be contained. It never has been able to be.” Extemporaneous night is something DJ [email protected] is working on. DJ [email protected] mourns the undanceability of his mixes, but it won’t always be this way. DJ [email protected] does not believe techno music to be a suitable medium for songwriters. DJ [email protected] this mix as a response to the challenge of making an unmasterable WAV file. DJ [email protected]…