It is a welcome release, a huge blast of a shotgun, tightly compressed, rammed hard, concentrated pinpricks filled with ball bearings, nails, gunpowder - just needing a spark to let it all out. The magazine provides the trigger as as well as the electric charge. Takes a peer into everything nihilistic and shunned away from the politer fringes of society to unwrap the goodies and hold them upside down with the legs dangling and hollering. It is hilarious.
Details the basic social autism of the world, through a deep draft of bilious cynicism and probably the nearest to Celine that stalks the modern world in its fury and intensity. But like Celine the fury verges on the full sense of mockery and desire to destroy the world without ever seeing some of its inherent beauty.
There is a balance.
Just as those schmucky pictures of "Love is" and numerous snaps or purring kittens and cuddly bunny wabbits on Facebook exist to exude a sense of cooing sensitivity, so the death on the installment plans anithesis is hailing serial killers and gurgling on the sewer pipe.
For many people trapped within dictatorial regimes beyond the safety of the european home, this is their norm. For many kids who grew up in the shadow of the industrial ravages, world wars and colonial genocides this is also their norm. So now "we" can no longer run away from the shadows and bathe in eternal light through a self induced amnesia of Cecil B De Mille fantasy the question which requires answering is;