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early hours Saturday November 1st 2025
LANGLEY, VA
Secreted in the bowels of highly restricted intelligence repository, the absence of natural light, was mitigated by subtle hidden wattage, that cast grotesque shadows behind the tech wiz and his female superior. The office, for it was a nerve center of sorts, actually looked more like a recording studio, with the Wade and Ross sprawled out like over-tired sound engineers. Indeed, a highly sophisticated soundboard stretched out in front of Wade’s half of the bridge, whilst Ross was doubled over dual keypads, touch-typing as he scrutinized the screen. Different commands with different hands.
Instead of looking through glass at aberrant musicians, stick insect mic. stands and bulbous headphone exoskeletons, the two men faced a wall of computer screens. Unidentifiable hardware cluttered the space in between, and different colored wires emerged from, and disappeared into, every imaginable digital orifice.
State of the art gizmology had become hybridized with reliable workhorse circuitry, and whilst there were things in the room the lay person would not recognize, if this was the future, the coffee rings delineating the little available desk space and the half-eaten chocolate bar in front of Nicholson, marked it as a time not so far removed from our own.
“Looks like we’re in business,” said Wade in the abrupt manner by which she consistently asserted her the seniority in rank.
“So what’s the mission?’ asked Ross in a half-interested tone.
“Ahh. You know. Just to note anything unusual.”
“Yeh! But this guy walks, eats and shits unusual,” countered Ross lazily.
“Nah It’s routine,” Wade assured him. “More like they just wanna see how the new hardware works in the field.”
The recorders were up and running, but it would be sometime, whilst the subject was in recovery, before there was anything remotely interesting to monitor.
Ross knew it was almost always a waiting game. “Yeh, well,” he said. “Wake me up.”
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Evolution Day - Sunday November 24th 2025
PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC >>> LEEDS BRADFORD AIRPORT, YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND
Where does a song come from? From the imagination certainly, but there is more to it than that. Is it blown in on the wind as a bequest of the majesty of nature? Is it the whisper of ghosts who trod the land before us? Or perhaps the hum of the upstart rebel gene which changes the course of evolution forever? Perhaps it is something else as well?
We cannot say, with any degree of scientific accuracy but what we do know is that when it hits “like a fix of inspiration,” it most definitely sticks.
— The Journals of Bebon Candorant
lyrics
OL’ DEVIL GASOLENE
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, METAMORPHOSE MEPHISTOPHOLENE
BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE ME THIRTEEN DOLLARS
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLSENE, COME ON I'M SWEATING HYRDRO-CARBOLENES
WAITING, WAITING FOR MY MAN
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, YOU’RE A MEAN ONE MR KEROSENE
HELP ME! I GOT A MONKEY ON MY TRACKS.
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, LIKE A HYDRO-CRACKER IN MY JEANS
AND A BOA-CONDA CRAB-LOCK ON MY DREAMS
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND, THIS LAND IS MY LAND
PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND OF THE HAND OF THE HAND OF THE MAN
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND, THIS LAND IS MY LAND
THIS LAND BELONGS TO THE MAN
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE. IF IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR GRANDPA, THEN IT'S GOOD FOR ME
LET ME TRAVEL THIS WORLD FROM THE MOUNTAINS TO THE SEA
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, YOU’RE A MEAN ONE MR KEROSENE
THAT'S THE LIFE I BELIEVE HE MEANT FOR ME
AND WHEN I'M GONE AND AT MY GRAVE YOU STAND
TAKE A SWISS ARMY POCKET KNIFE
MAKE AN INCISION ABOVE MY RIGHT HAND
DRAIN MY VEINS INTO THAT OL’ JERRY CAN
FILL UP THE TANK
KEYS IN THE IGNITION
START THE ENGINE
AND WATCH THIS RAMBLIN’ ROCKERFELLER MUCKER-FATHER STALL !
Danbert Nobacon & The Axis of DissentTwisp, Washington
Danbert Nobacon 'freak music legend,' 'mischievous political goblin,'got an associate degree in the science of children’s
play in England in the 1990’s whilst moonlighting in the punk rock band Chumbawamba.
The new album "Kochtopus's Garden—Now That's What I Call Capitalism—The Musical" lands on Mayday 05.01.24....more
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