The bizarre and the political seem uncomfortably confused and without a cutting subversive edge (i.e. it's not detached enough to be cool). Yet, the work remains strangely magnetic.
They yearn for magic and unreason, which served them well in the past and might help them again. They’re keen to enter a new Dark Age. The lights are on, but they’re retreating into the inner darkness, into superstition and unreason. The future is going to be a struggle between vast systems of competing psychopathies, all of them willed and deliberate, part of a desperate attempt to escape from a rational world and the boredom of consumerism.