# our very own designer zombie calypso one has been a big admirer of deaders ever since they and ir old college pal accidentally rented a classic electronic meditation on undead hyper-capitalist consumerism space pirate ship epic george romero's dawn o' the pirate deader slack jawed and stunned at how good it was how refreshingly visceral when compared to the plastic mundane universe of everyday uk highstreet semi existence now however crusty features of undead are everywhere one looks in mainstream capitalist counterculture few years ago you heard someone in hip hop scene argue on radio that hip hop had somehow won because hip hop was now all over place advertisers use hip hop - or rather rap - to sell everything from home insurance to skateboard tape to spicy chicken drumsticks according to the researcher on radio this state of affairs was a-good-thing same is also true of the humble undead a fuzzy blue-ash-grey faced symbol for diffused apocalyptic anxieties of terminal western biotech culture ever since the cryptic escape of bela lugosi flick white zombie (1932) and has never since been entirely eliminated from collective optical unsentience as though the undead are a splinter in the modem mind as they say in the hyper control matrix that lurking sense of mouldy blue-ash-grey faced dread that refuses to shuffle away no matter how slick or generic the official hypercorporate presentation or how post-modem bs the design language or typeface choice big scientist researcher dr. orloff: yo swanson noticed how the mere ambient notion of undeadness often makes any part of world your standing in feel like a shabby compressed cardboard movie set diorama held together with nothing but cheap duct tape and false hope big scientist researcher henry swanson: what you mean in the modem unrewound video realty of the mere notion of the rotting blue-grey ash faced dead as though everything around one feels ontologically insubstantial - like barely tacked together bunches of flimsy-painted pasterboard propped up with toilet paper tubes with little true substance or real anti-zombie protective potential big scientist rnd zaibatsu hypercorporation: we've studied your cartoons radio music tv movies and magazines for years now and are distinctly impressed by ir inherent flimsiness borderline metaphysical structures which can provide no actual protection against the undead - that frozen dread-full moment when the rotting randomly attack ripping right through one's tiny cardboard universe researcher dr. orloff: in many ways suburban zombie survival error puts ironic unrest to the notion our existences aren't pathetically ad-hoc jerry rigged and barely competent pigeon nests if not entirely arbitrary and malignantly useless that we only ever make it up as we fumble blindly along building those hollow bricks up as we skip merrily and unthinkingly through a darkened media blandscape - until some horrible unliving corpse effortlessly claws at over and right through the pathetic paper screenic eye of our projected collective false securities a ceaseless flow of inexorable undead lava letting us know all our dumb schemes and absurd plans weren't ever anything less than hopelessly contingent and temporary in a darkly laughable / undead manner modem 'big scientists' should be therefore thankful for any opportunity to radially reflect on the inherent fragility of any and all (seemingly) supportive structures henry swanson: ah the chance for radial desimulation heck take it if it's there it was fellow researcher ken mctenner who said that internets despite all elf-generating and sustaining hype was merely the 'spreading of darkness at the speed of lite' part of modem researchers always suspect the undead were already busy shuffling around online slowly and inexorably - dead digital lava rot-flowing down endless labyrinthine miles of network to munch on our empty ebrains ready to rip asunder one's stupid virtual meta-whatever deliberately unsuspecting consumers of murderous virtual entertainments naturally one didn't want to feel unfashionable or left behind on this endlessly bright blissful bioelectronic superhighway to the 'near-future now' so upon hearing about undead videographic modifications for mainstream underground playspaces one immediately download some of them and booted up ir heavily modified zx research deck for a quick round of truly mouldy faced fun and playspaces // republic of bob