Pure Mania
Pure Mania starts where the internet finishes. Fini, terminé! Everything you can find: one video. Everything you can see: Almost nothing. Everything you can hear: rustling to the halleluja. Drone to the bone! Music? Maybe. Rather noises in their most physical elemental force – the echo of the big bang; crunchy spherical sounds; industrial noise of breaking down buildings on mars. What lasts after this rare glimpse: How the hell does one book something like that?
