KRUGERVILLE
Law & Order
When you hear a phrase like Tokyo Police Club, you tend to assume metallic manbots with drills for fingers and phallic limb-like machinery, skull-fucking crime in some Baudrillardian mega-distopia, and whilst the 80s revivalists may still be hiding behind Bladerunning and simulacra, crudely identifying themselves through romanticised notions of postroboticism, upon deconstruction, this roboticism is merely a metaphoric adaptation of humanity’s plight with the eternal present, i.e. we have no idea of what the future holds and even less of a clue where we actually began. Philosophical allegory considered, it seems we are all still trapped in this eternal present chronologically, re-hashing shit decades. What have we learned? Nothing. We are a culture of Gin, Boots and Bathtubs, repeatedly kicking ourselves in the twat, rectifying the poverty of the decisions that seemed genius at the time.