Gegen Chaos — GEGEN BERLIN

LIGHTS UP! The last drop of the last track of the last set is over. As the dance floor starts to empty you look around and see sisters and siblings, lovers and friends, comrades, allies and partners in crime. Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the otherworld, angels never inhabited the heavens, gravity is just a fairy tale.

CHAOS comes before all principles of order and entropy. There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; you’re already the monarch of your own skin in a world ruled by a politics of dreams. Agents of CHAOS act as spies, saboteurs, tricksters, illusionists, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians, sensually deranged as wolfangels. We are awake only in what we love and desire to the point of terror – everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship and useless pain.

Consider the world of apparent dualisms we inhabit. Being and Doing. Cause and Effect. Function and Structure. There is little merit in simply being whom-so-ever you were destined to be by accident of birth and circumstance. Paranoid monoliths sold you ideas of good and evil, gave you distrust of your body and shame, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization and all its usurious emotions. Hell is the condition of having no alternatives.

WE ARE BUT ONE BITCH!

We declare war against all binary systems.

The universe wants to play.

In the mathematical field, a strange attractor is a fractal structure toward which dynamic systems tend to evolve. Strange attractors are defined by their CHAOTIC nature. Through CHAOS, a constant repetition of shapes generates the most wondrous formations, especially broccoli – and the rotating clusters of colors in your excited retina. The right repetition of lights and sounds plunges us through emotional/aesthetic peaks and hyper-aware trance. To embrace CHAOS is not to slide toward entropy but to emerge into energy, a pattern of instantaneous grace surrounded by a cosmos of stars; all in the same universe, all here for the same reason.

Galaxies transfigure as you emerge into a luminous sea of hot pink beats and bytes synchronizing and meshing with your own synapses and neurons stimulating the erotic currents which sustain our bioelectric telepresence. Within this tangled web of pheromone cues and cellular sensations all your fantasies are encapsulated in one sphere containing a perfect idealized copy of yourself. Auto-erotic. Pan-galactic. Your desire to be vanquished by the deafening rush of oblivion is the ultimate orgasm. Fake it until you make it to obtain the power that belief can provide, then suspend that belief and weaponize it against itself. Take it all apart, give it all away, and take nothing for granted.

You don't need a creator, not even a designer.

Cut-up behavior, identity, gender – whatever and however you desire.

Become your own strange attractor and remodel the galaxy.

Nature began as a deliberately evolving CHAOTIC FORCE FOR CHANGE. More ultraviole(n)t than any mythology, the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene, random and perpetually intoxicated; its idiotic desires encompass and define every possible choreography like the flap of a butterfly wing caught in a delirious feedback loop. The asphyxiation of duality within the ecstasies of self-annihilation is the ultimate act of self-love – a hidden coil of strength dormant beneath the sediment of convention.

CHAOS never dies. (Thank CHAOS we shall never exhaust it.)

And there is absolutely nothing to worry about.

Create, destroy, enjoy! (repeat)

GEGEN CHAOS

concept courtesy of Sir Rita & Flo Heiden
photo courtesy of Bruterdam
graphics & logo by Enrico Bardin
video teaser by Alessandra Leone
sound track by Metaraph “Phoenix”