Horror as "social prophecy", ectasy/dread as two sides of the same coin, “the vulgar sublime” as conjured by rufige-rummaging trash aesthetes: a classic New Statesman piece on Darkside from early 94 by Mark K-Punk (at this point seemingly a cold irrationalist), exhumed by Autonomic 4 Da People, who also mp3s an appropriately wintry soundtrack, following up on previous airing of
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