Akira Rabelais - CAA—17

Limited to 22 copies. 7,5" PVC Lathe cut 188x188x1,5mm. Recorded on vintage Fairchild lathe. Silk-screened antistatic sleeves with handwriting. Numbered. Playable on any turntable. Stereo.

"TOPICS: Congealed Waves Everything Is Being Perfected I Am a Microbe

"Imagine yourself standing on the shore: the waves rise rhythmically, then, having risen, suddenly remain there— frozen, congealed. It seemed just as eerie and unnatural when our daily walk, prescribed by the Table of Hours, suddenly halted midway, and everyone was thrown into confusion. The last time something similar happened, according to our annals, was 119 years ago, when a meteorite dropped, smoking and whistling, right into the thick of the marching rows.
We walked as usual, in the manner of the warriors on Assyrian reliefs: a thousand heads, two fused, integral feet, two integral, swinging arms. At the end of the avenue, where the Accumulator Tower hummed sternly, a rectangle moved toward us. In front, behind, and on the sides—guards; in the middle—three people, the golden numbers already removed from their unifs. And everything was terrifyingly clear.”

From "We" (Russian: Мы) a dystopian novel by Yevgeny Zamyatin, 1921."