♫♪  Eaves - Disc 026: HALF THE SURFACE OF THE WORLD

Through its speculation, artifice, and ugliness, architecture and cinema may as well have become the technologies of cyborgs. This is not an assessment of these discourses alone, but human practices insisting on failure and noise, built on devastated landscapes and in deteriorated circumstances — beautiful and hybridized. Our numerous processes collapse, transform, and coalesce — a cyborg-ian and chimeric lineage that insists there is no ontological separation from human and machine, idea and form. From rendered designs locked in broken hard drives, to actual built spaces locked in the physical world — space is doomed to be the carriage of human bodies entering and distorting its infinite multitude — or to deliver human apocalypse when space is unrealized, when ideas die, when concepts empty out. These practices generate an apt topology of human/cyborg replication, the reproduction of fragmented common language — where architecture can become sound, where sound replicates the silent narratives of cinema, where the imagination wills itself into loose spaces between science-fiction and embodied space, where spaces fill with human flesh and human ideas, where humanity slowly builds that flesh into half the surface of the world.

Shortly after releasing Gorilla, Eaves returns with HALF THE SURFACE OF THE WORLD, an original mix for Disc Magazine and constructed soundtrack of Constant Nieuwenhuys’ New Babylon and Alfonso Cuaron’s Children of Men.

From Eaves:

Part 1: (Children of Men)
As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Frozen, and in movement we become targets.
It is apocalyptic. The last human sentence is accomplished by a rowboat, floating in wartorn water. Wait. Savor the salty, coastal air in air bombardment. A BR55 service rifle lies on the ground at your feet. You reach down and graze its magazine with your fingertips. Excess, this world we created is nothing more than a fiction in premonition. You hold the child in your hands. Very odd, what happens in a world without children’s voices.

Part 2: (New Babylon)
As the sound of the crusade faded, the despair set in. Nomadic, and in movement we become gypsies. It is serene. The last human sentence is accomplished by a steel megastructure, comprised of many superstructures: structural peace. Wait. Savor the staleness of dust in dust metal. A plan lies on the floor at your feet. You reach down and graze its thin edges with your fingertips. Excess, this world we created is nothing more than a fiction in premonition. You hold the child in your hands. Very odd, what happens in a world with children’s voices.

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