here's some of it:


lucas ihlein

1/4 inch



free music and trash culture.

'pre-publication version' of a paper in the just-published

What’s it Worth?: ‘Value’ and Popular Music. Selected Papers from the 2009 IASPM Australia-New Zealand Conference, Auckland, edited by Shelley D. Brunt and Kirsten Zemke.


remix theory. as our event gradually comes into focus. i'm particularly psyched about the live music, about which more soon.



remix comp of randomatik blast on illphabetik: pimp my blast (2010). see here.



all tracks produced using one square wave and the amen only:

iserobin – SSD
Oven Toast Jam – 私から君へアシッド(オリジナル・バージョン)
FFF – My red hot clipping squarewave
newk – kingston kongi
Shex – baby starr amen
Taishin Inoue – I get amen from Mr.CDR


invasion of the aca-zombies.

full text in print version:

Universities are increasingly populated by the undead: a listless population of academics, managers, administrators and students, all shuffling to the beat of the corporatist drum. Perhaps not surprisingly, the terrifying zombie plague that has swept through the sector is now the subject of serious scholarly attention (books, articles, conferences), as surviving academics investigate how we have descended into this miasma.

So who or what exactly is responsible for tertiary zombification? Is there an antidote? Perhaps a clue lies in the recent independent movie Pontypool; in which the zombie virus is spread through endearments like ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart’ and so on. The contagion is rapid and lethal, infecting all those who come into contact with such banal sweeteners.

Similar lexical vacuity exists in today’s university campuses, which have become hollowed-out spaces containing soulless buildings: food courts like any zombified shopping mall; eerily deserted libraries; and hi-tech lecture amphitheatres. In this bleak landscape the source of the zombie contagion lurks in the form of ‘dead hand’, mechanical speech. Academic zombie speech is peppered with affectless references to DEST points, citation indices, ERA rankings, ARC applications, esteem factors, FOR codes, AUQA reviews and the like. Aca-zombies participate in numerous über-zombified, government sponsored quality assurance exercises, presided over by powerful external assessors.

Many zombies have long lost the capacity to distinguish between a place of learning and a money-making PR machine, mummified in red tape. They appear incapable of responding meaningfully to the tyranny of performance indicators, shifting promotion criteria, escalating workload demands, and endless audits, evaluations and reviews.

The enculturation of such practices has been known to produce catatonia in zombie academics, who often collapse upon hearing the word ‘quality’, knowing this usually means more hard labour. But try as they might to resist, zombies merely acquiesce to the corporatist line. They even come to believe that corporatist language promotes transparency and accountability! The viral effects of such delusions are such that many aca-zombies do not even realise they have already passed over into the valley of shadows. Work formerly conducted at university (remember teaching and research?) has been replaced by a sinister doppelgänger: bureaucratically generated compliance.

The virus is also present among the overworked reserve army of sessional minions, trapped in a stygian netherworld of precarious short-term teaching contracts. This legion of lost souls is the raw material for University Inc., a sinister operation not dissimilar to the Umbrella Corporation of the Resident Evil franchise. Like the undead slaves of voodoo lore, these tutors, entranced perhaps by a misapprehension regarding the ‘status’ of full-time academic zombies, are mercilessly exploited, but expected also to continue producing and publishing scholarly research. Often reduced to burnt-out husks before finishing postgraduate study, they constitute the core of the academic zombie labour force.

Many students have also succumbed to the zombie virus. Yet some undergraduates manage to retain a vestigial half-life related to their outside commitments – underpaid work, servicing debts, caring for their families, commuting, and sometimes (apparently) socialising. The days when students had time to simply hang out (let alone indulge in, say, critical thinking), are gone. Students now occupy a joyless twilight world which, superficially at least, resembles a ‘university’, although in reality they are vocational charnel houses. Just as zombies sometimes half-remember how to use revolving doors or firearms, students and academics half-recall that the institution once had a recognisable purpose beyond the imperatives of vocation and the bottom line.

The most curious aspect of this zombie plague, though, is not its devastating effects on those who stagger through the intellectual rubble, but the pockets of resistance it fails to quash. A tutorial here, textbook marginalia there, crack squads of indomitable postgrads, secretive cells of idealistic academics, and even the odd public intellectual – all scattered signs that intelligent life persists. Occasionally it is necessary, as in Zombieland and Shawn of the Dead, to ‘pass’ as undead to survive. Paradoxically, it is the unthinking intellectual rigor mortis of the current bureaucratic plague which enables some to survive the worst aspects of zombification.

how cool is this?