No one can hear you scream in space, we know, but judging by "Trobluhs el e Isch", a cool space-free-jazz number, Annexus Quam were determined to prove you could hear them skronk. Alas, after the launch, and unlike all those sci-fi movies filled with audible space battles, the absence of atmosphere wasn't having any of it, so they just ensconced themselves back in the ship, in a room with no view, feeling deflated, and biding their time with some generic improvs that took very little from their imagined surroundings.
Not to make any other sort of equivalence, particularly of a moral nature (this record is certainly doing no harm), it's just like the ultimate form of affluence porn that is seeing the richest men alive burning up the ill-begotten (however legally, which actually makes it worse; that a social system can foster the extreme individual accumulation of wealth that can only be collectively produced) rough equivalent of some poor country's GDP to literally take to the skies and happily watch the planet they contributed to exhaust, preparing for their great escape to Mars, reject the rest of us down here on its crust like human grafts: I fail to see any good reason to leave Earth for this.
Not to make any other sort of equivalence, particularly of a moral nature (this record is certainly doing no harm), it's just like the ultimate form of affluence porn that is seeing the richest men alive burning up the ill-begotten (however legally, which actually makes it worse; that a social system can foster the extreme individual accumulation of wealth that can only be collectively produced) rough equivalent of some poor country's GDP to literally take to the skies and happily watch the planet they contributed to exhaust, preparing for their great escape to Mars, reject the rest of us down here on its crust like human grafts: I fail to see any good reason to leave Earth for this.
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