It is a period of catastrophe and turmoil, chaos and pandemonium, dead dogs and rolled cars,
low-tech terrorism and script-kiddy
mass-hysteria, extradiction and emigration, loneliness and companionship.
Welcome to Cyberia.
Welcome to the real world.
This is the "real Cyberia.
It's not tackling complex computer problems, absorbing new psychedelic substances, or
living through designer shamanic journeys. It's not learning the terminology of media
viruses, chaos math, or house music. It's figuring out how two people can sell smart
drugs in the same town without driving each other crazy. It's learning how to match the
intentions of Silicon Valley's most prosperous corporations with the values of the
psychedelic users who've made them that way. It's turning a nightclub into the modern
equivalent of a Mayan temple without getting busted by the police. It's checking your
bank statement to see if your ATM has been cracked, and figuring out how to punish
the kid who did it without turning him into a hardened criminal. It's not getting too
annoyed by the agendas of people who say they have none, or the inane, empty platitudes
of those who say they do. It's learning to package the truth" "into media-friendly,
bite-size pieces, and then finding an editor willing to put them in print because they
strike him as amusing.
Coping in Cyberia means using our currently limited human language, bodies, emotions,
and social realities to usher in something that's supposed to be free of those
limitations. Things like virtual reality, Smart Bars, hypertext, the WELL,
role-playing games, DMT, Ecstasy, house, fractals, sampling, anti-Muzak,
technoshamanism, ecoterrorism, morphogenesis, video cyborgs, Toon Town,
and Mondo 2000 are what slowly pull our society - even our world - past the
event horizon of the great attractor at the end of time. But just like these,
the next earth-shattering meme to hit the newsstands or computer nets may be the
result of a failed relationship, a drug bust, an abortion on acid, or even a
piss over the side of the porch.
Cyberia is frightening to everyone. Not just to technophobes, rich businessmen,
midwestern farmers and suburban housewives but, most of all, to" all "the boys
and girls hoping to ride the crest of the informational wave."
Blurb: "Surf's up: Cyberia 6 is here!
Swimming in the post-WTC
informational age is a relatively easy task; keeping from
drowning involves nothing more than sheepishly going with the flow of one's mundane
daily tasks and following the orders of your supposed superiors. Don't think. Do what
you are told. Do not question authority. Surfing past the pedestrian swimmers, however,
is not restricted to how well you navigate your favourite pointing device through the
breakwaters of browser warfare, it's also a matter of remaining anonymous, surfacing
only to receive the cookies you so rightfully deserve, leaving the rest of the tuna
to be caught in the net. Cyberia mocks a media that attempts to tell you who to
find attractive and fuck.
Cyberia doesn't care much for Napster, the record industry,
nor the .MP3 revolution; it violently ravages them for its own immediate needs. In a
real digital world, copies are exact duplicates of the original, creating a 6th day
never had it so good! Cyberia 6 was produced across both hemispheres
of the real world and infiltrated but the smallest crevices of the virtual one to
give birth to itself after 6 months of gestation. Borrowing two months of actual
processor time in a world where airport security officers wield more power than
those who really pay their meager salaries, Cyberia 6 salutes its five predecessors
and those with Utopian visions it aims to supercede. Think!"
Cyberia 6, the firstborn of a quintuplet, is unjustifiably considered the black sheep of
the family -- a blemish on a generally untarnished record... the cum stain on the silken bedsheet.
Cyberia 6 is about sex. It is hard and uncompromising and vulgar. It rapes and pillages all
that was once holy virgin
territory, and it breaks traditions as well as new ground.
Cyberia 6 features the first usage of a synthetic voice and the (im)proper (ab)use of www.mp3.com's services.
It starts off with a laborious, purposely irritating, and overly suggestive and satirical introduction before tuning into
full-on, in-your-face Israeli hard-trance and continuing a one-hour session of erect tastelessness before coming to
a premature end with the latest remix of Relax. This is the form of ribaldry that makes wallpaper peel when played
late at night and at high volume!
||Shperma Pornomatic - Analog Pussy
||French Kiss (DJ Scot Project remix) - Nightclub
||Stripped 2000 (Plug 'n' Play mix) - Moni B.
||Viper Island (Anything Cybermix) - Plasma Pleasure
||Seductions - DJ Rodd-y-ler
||Slut Butt Fucker - Lars Palmers
||Julika (Tandu-Mcloud mix) - S-Project
||Metamorph (Part Two mix) - Saccoman
||Techno Perversion - Shithead
||Relax (Marc et Claude's Respect mix) - Frankie Goes To Hollywood
A complete re-design from scratch without abandoning its basic layout, this is perhaps the most
intriguing re-design. What remains are the key fonts as well as the
symbol -- albeit at a smaller and more potent scale.
Total Running Time: 74:00
Compiled: June to October 2001
Released: November 6th, 2001
Recordable Media: Verbatim
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