"We think we occupy a pinnacle among the diverse hierarchies of terrene evolution;
fancy ourselves the favorites of the gods. Even our nearest simian relations are
regarded as jokes -- though every second we perpetrate barbarisms and cruelties
so depraved that our pretensions to superiority are grossly pathetic.
Creation has brought us round to a wholly new destiny that we cannot escape, however.
Fancying ourselves masters of Creation's powers in our new genetic and bionic
sciences, we have merely built a new and potent tool by which evolution will
catastrophically hammer us into new forms on the hard anvil of harsh necessity.
From the Industrial Revolution we enter -- naked and afraid -- the far profounder,
weirder and voraciously shattering 'Biomechanical Revolution'.
Humanic and orgobionic resynthesis is inevitable and completely inescapable.
We have a biological hunger to join with our machines.
Our fiction is choked with this powerful subverted sexuality. As a race we
innately wish to take on a new form; our mythologies and sacred works resound
with spiritual and physical transmogrifications. Every religion and race and art
form takes the human concept and redefines it by personification in the natural
kingdoms of nonhuman creatures or transmorphs it into an articulation of the divine.
Our deepest essence craves the metamorphosis. The coming age of biomechanical
adaptation and controlled mutation and unerring artificial genetic design -- the
real and undeniable power of creation -- makes all that mythology and occultism a
practical approaching reality. We imagine that we can regulate and canalize the
next great lusty phase of evolution upon the Earth for our own utility and profit
but what comes for us in the next few centuries is a vast and devouring typhoon.
I feel its bright abrasive winds and steel thunder approach and rustle the fragile
lineaments of our civilization.
As our minds open to time and space and the infinities that comprise our reality,
our existence seems transient and futile and horribly vulnerable to whims of a
hungry, indifferent universe. Our minds move up and down the great marches of time,
seeing epochs and extinctions of primal ferocity in the strata and fossils our
planet reveals to us as a savage grinning reminder of our racial mortality. Our fear
is an instinctive primitive response to our mental and spiritual expansion, and it
impels us without rationality to imagine ourselves secure from the lonely and remote
unprotected state we have realized. To withstand the immemorial threat of the
cosmic darkness and our own self-made motif of the nuclear apocalypse we must take
on some kind of stronger, more adaptive and versatile bodily composition -- our very
cells cry out for that lively bio-reengineering! And our machines, our alloys, our
electronic senses, our delicate micro-instruments and fantastic nano-technologies;
all of them raise an ache in our meaningful survival mechanism to join with them
and let them enhance our ephemeral doomed biological bodies.
The plastichrome foetus
of that shapeless new quicksilver race lies within us;
beginning to struggle and flex as recombinant DNA technology and nano-electronic
sciences veer towards a catalytic and explosive intersection. Biomechanical shadows
and cybernetic specters haunt our prophetic arts and seers, distilling apprehension
and exaltation as we feel past biological absolutes dissolving around us and turn
towards the luminous realigning geometries of a mighty and merciless future. Cyberia
is in our very bones - melting, morphing, recreating and re-contouring us so we
might walk safely through the chaotic lands of the future, and that in the psychotic
mutating hysteria and super-technological dark ages to come we might truly find our
Surrender to the siren-call of Cyberia.
Starting off with perhaps one of the longest and most symbolic introductions ever,
this album finally concludes the journey to
Cyberia -- a trip which began with a
crude sexual seed and has subsequently mutated into a
abysmal darkness and
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
||Introduction: A new beginning...
||Chicadilly Circus - D.Fundation (2000)
||Thing (Vinyl edit) - The Delta (2001) [Incorporating elements of canine assimilation...]
||Brain Burn (shortened) - Masun (2000)
||Dunkelheit (shortened Villa & Gant remix) - DJ Lerby (2002)
||Die Herdplatte 2000° - Gary D. (2000)
||Natural Floor Filler (Version 2) - DJ Mozy (2000)
||Blood is pumping (Original Clubmix) - Voodoo & Serano (2000)
||Scream (shortened Main Club mix) - ZX aka Zenith DJ vs. Avex (2002)
||Monstersound (Cosmic Gate remix, part 1) - DJ Balloon (2000) ["They cut the power!"]
||The Vacuum - Organic Noise (2001) [Including a fly's rebirth and a xenomorph's demise]
||We are one (shortened Club mix) - Chemistry (2002)
||Seven days and one week (Oktane mix) - Clubcrasher feat. Herby F (2002)
||Relax (Peter Rauhofer's Doomsday Club mix) - Frankie goes to Hollywood (2001)
Although having mutated to an integral part of the total experience, the artwork remained
true to those that initially spawned it -- but inverted. With the exeption of minor
customised and specialised enhancements, it was a negative of Cyberia 10.
Total Running Time: 79:34
Compiled: December 16th, 2002 to January 23rd, 2003
Released: February 1st, 2003
Recordable Media: Bestmedia BLAX
Disclaimer: Cyberia 9 © 2003 8007L36 R3C0RD5. The copyright of this compilation and artwork is owned
by 8007L36 R3C0RD5. Individual tracks and/or samples used may be owned, partially or in full, by their
respective copyright holders. Unauthorised copying, hiring, lending, public performance, broadcasting, or
resale of this compilation is strictly prohibited. Enjoyment via any conventional means by private
carbon-based biological entities is highly encouraged by 8007L36 R3C0RD5. Although all reasonable efforts
were made to reduce vinyl scratches and other noise prevalent on the source music media, some will remain
audible at times. Constructive criticism is welcome. Snide remarks are frowned upon. Music Piracy remains
illegal. Made on Planet Earth.
Anecdote: Cyberia 9 was the first to include a URL and finished off some special, expensive photo
paper left over from the Cyberia 1 and 2 production run.