Katz Mulk
All the mess
"Take out this tape and press ‘play’ my darlings. Remember when you were a child? Remember that deep immersive play you almost fell into? Be prepared to fall again oh sweetness. Slithering breath becomes iced molasses on “Moon bear water.” A voice-within-a-voice daydream hums with toothy sibilance. Yellow synths crackle like fire, the most ancient of all musics. Rules-based organisations quake at the critique of “All the mess.” Blunt stabs of fizzing electricity reach an ever-sustaining peak lik…