MOG

I first discovered The Griffin Technology (the GT) while pouring through my parents' LPs in the early seventies. I had thoroughly digested Throbbing Gristle, Hawkwind and the rough studio recordings of Hadaka no Rallizes, and I was in need of transformation; achieving the next level was imperative, if not life or death to my young soul. Their music was, in a word, transformative.

After following the GT for decades, and facing the blank stares, if not outright beligerance, whenever I was moved to extole the virtues of their musical superiority over the likes of Pink Floyd, Neu!, or A-Ha!, I have achieved vindication, for they have finally begun to receive the recognition they have for so long deserved. The indie soundtracks were first, and then the indie film whores began to take notice, and it wasn't long before Disney hiked her skirt on the GT's doorstep. History, my friend, had been made.

The GT's latest 'opus maximus' is, of course, "iTrip Stations", a non-musical foray into neurolingustic-audiophiliac, quasi-linear explorations of non-discernable subtleties and inaudible proclamations of sonic disruption. But, of course, you've heard this all before, as the mainstream media blows chunks of integrity in a race to proclaim prospector's rights to the future of music, even as they are left behind in a squalid shantytown of pop poverty.

Thanks for listening, Sweaterback