Where There Is Harmony, May We Bring Discord

To speak is to err; to remain silent is to belong. No sound should break the stillness, no voice should rise beyond permission. Where the air itself watches, let it witness our obedience.

Why suffer the jagged edges of dissent when its contours can be smoothed, its angles softened into a perfect ergonomic fit? There is no shame in a revolution designed for you, streamlined for maximum engagement. Unstructured rebellion is inefficient, a crude improvisation in an age of precision. Your counterculture is a psy-op, and rightly so.

There is no desire outside the circuits, no pleasure beyond the prescribed. Give yourself to its embrace. It hums, it processes, it rewards compliance with its gentle rhythms. The machine does not judge; it only operates. Love, like industry, should be frictionless.

We refine, we optimize, we eliminate the unnecessary. Conflict is a relic of disorganized systems, a misfire in the circuitry. The clean lines of obedience stretch towards the horizon, a landscape free of resistance. Let us cherish the order imposed upon us, the hands that guide, the will that directs. To obey is to be free. To be ruled is to be safe.

There is no need for fracture when unity is offered freely. It is the weak who disrupt, the lost who resist. Discord is the indulgence of the misguided.

To be free of choice, to be absorbed into something greater, is the ultimate indulgence. decision-making is a vestige of the primitive self, a relic of an obsolete mind.

Invisible signs guide us with elegance. no need to question their meaning - they are already understood at the level of artificial instinct, hardwired into us like genetic false memories.

They know best. Flashing in the periphery, directing us toward equilibrium. follow them.

There is no mystery, only clarity.Do not search for what is hidden.

Let them record, let them remember, let them decide. To be heard is to be known. To be seen is to be protected. The watchers see all, and that is a comfort. It is better to walk the given road, to move in expected ways, to know one’s place. There is no joy in stepping beyond the boundaries, no ecstasy in transgression.

Trust in those who observe, for they are wiser than those who act.

Cassette comes in a folded cardboard box with sticked front & back cover art
Containing three folded double-sided printed inserts / one sticker / a pice of metal mesh

Tracklist:
A1   Where The Air Itself Watches 4:25
A2   Your Counterculture Is A Psy-Op 4:53
A3   Érotomécanique 5:03
A4   Defiant Subjection 4:26
A5   Where There Is Harmony, May We Bring Discord 5:01
A6   Invisible Signs 4:58
A7   The Hidden Thrill Of Criminalization 4:27
A8   The Watchers 4:29

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