Kowloon Broadcast Tower
In Hong Kong, not far from the city center, there was an area that did not obey the laws of the city up until 1993, but lived according to its own (to the local drug mafia’s mainly), known as Kowloon Walled City. This embodiment of anarchy happened to exist due to the absurd fact that this piece of land belonged to China, while the rest of Hong Kong was a part of the British Empire back then, so China lacked any direct access to the area surrounded by foreign lands. This led to all of the criminal nature associated with the memories of this unique and destructive place today to rise and shine like nowhere else would be possible to. So eventually this hood was demolished due to its impact on surroundings, however people who happened to inhibit it had to move somewhere else and went on with their lives. As for me, I keep broadcasting on behalf of the area that no longer exists, here - from my Tower, hoping that any of the former locals will occasionally tune in and nostalgically share with me the atmosphere… of home. All of this historical surrealism yet nonetheless accurate description of a literally existed time and space combination in the backyard of our society’s lifeline recreates that kind of proper anti-utopian-cyber-punk atmosphere, which perfectly correlates with the mood embedded in the music itself as well as visuals, at the same time exploring metaphorically very similar territories of musical landscape which address darker and more twisted side of human mentality, which we all have to deal with one way or another. We’re all born shit, the only difference is in the distance each of us keeps the self from this default state of existence during lifetime. This is my way of documenting dealing with my shit – you may join or may just wanna pass by… Still here? Ok then, come in.