The universe remains balanced

"without any rhythmic contrasts their effervescent crescendos turned into grating, discordant calamities"

-groovescapes.com

"tepid... little more than a medley of mixed up Beach Boys tunes."

-wirelessbollinger.com

gotta take the bad with the good, I say. 

Anthills Grow Faster Trailer

Lightning strikes in a black sky. Close up on the queens face. She's sweating, brow furrowed, eyes determined. The sound of rain beating against the ground is looming. Panning shot the maintainance workers in single file, carrying debris. a water droplet swells suddenly from the tunnel wall, engulfing several. silent, blackness. set for stun starts in with grungey electric guitar, oscillating octaves. a chorus sings bah bah bah synchronously with a montage of the two ants arguing atop the hill. the next bah bah bah shows the same two struggling against the current of workers through the tunnels, then close up on they're earnest expressions in the royal chamber, eggs shuttering in a cluster behind them. third bah bah bah, anthill as seen from directly above, suddenly pummeled by rushing water, bahs cascading down with the water as the camera zooms slowly and the erosion of the hill becomes significant. silence, blackness. rushing water in the background as close up on the queens smile, not joy but confident readiness in the creases of her mouth. cut to ANTHILLS GROW FASTER in white Life in the air letters. end.

A note on the farture

have you read the time machine? its like that. eloi scurrying. tiny people. they build elaborate metal-but-not-metal igloos, and they don't know how they build them. they have this language thats our language but twisted and weird. example:

little dumpling lady says, "me praelio hut hut camps!" to which peepock replies "worm you my perncil?"

see? they have this music, too, which I guess is the main point to consider. Its the accompaniment of a wandering id. no electronics necessary. Almost french sounding, lots of reed use. drums are hard to pin down. lately I've been hearing elements of the farture but I shant say where or who. More later, baby crying.