CONCH SHELL WATERBED: SEX JAMS FROM OUTER SPACE, OR, THE END OF AN AESTHETIC
INTENDED TRACKLISTING
AIR | UNIVERSAL TRAVELLER
UNKLE | THE RUNAWAY
TRICKY | STRUGGLIN’
SOARS | MONOLITH
RUBY SUNS | PALMITOS PARK
10CC | DON’T HANG UP
DIRTY PROJECTORS | FLUORESCENT HALF DOME
END SIDE ONE, BEGIN SIDE TWO
FEIST | ONE EVENING
BOARDS OF CANADA | OPEN THE LIGHT
DAVID BOWIE | SOUL LOVE
AMNESTY | WE HAVE LOVE
BJORK | COCOON
SPIRITUALIZED | ANYTHING MORE
MASSIVE ATTACK | FLAT OF THE BLADE
IF IMPORTING INTO ITUNES, PLEASE DISABLE CROSSFADE.
GENERAL PURPOSE
Films such as 2001: A Space Odyssey and Solaris envisioned the future as a cultivation of complexities. Sexuality and aesthetic found a pinnacle of covalence in the most advanced toils and structures of human hands. The future was a clean place, with habitats so refined and sanitized that the filtered air could cleave the mind. Outside lay the mind-blistering extremes of solar flares and cosmic ice, advanced mathematics brought to morbid life.
And yet their greatest purpose served was the most occult. The mighty racial effort of man the creature was to build a world where his labors might help him to better understand the difference between what is important and what is meaningless. While each eon of toil moved the collective consciousness closer to the final answer in great strides, the cogs in the machine were countless people who lived very short lives, dead before their time due to the effort required to live.
That is to say, the futurescapes of Memphis Facula will nevertheless be built with toilets. Tycho City will still have bachelors that cook alone.
A hyperdrifter is trying to seduce a woman in his gravity lounge on the surface of Ganymede. This is what he is listening to while doing so.