Repeater Radio presents:
K-Punk Marathon

This Saturday, on 12th June 2021, Repeater Radio will be broadcasting (over) a day’s worth of K-Punk content. This will include another opportunity to hear January’s For K-Punk event, commissioned by the ICA, rebroadcast in full.

The full line-up is massive — the image below is only part of it — with a lot of new material being created especially for the event. Sign up to Repeater Radio’s mailing list to get all the announcements for this and all future broadcasts.

Don’t sleep.

From the Repeater Radio mailing list:

We are in a fallow period as we plan out our upcoming K-Punk marathon and station relaunch on the 12th of June. The 12th will see us rebroadcast and expand this year’s For K-Punk festivities, a full day’s online extravaganza featuring mixes and music from Oneohtrix Point Never, Time is Away, Iceboy Violet, Incursions, Mark Lawrence and visuals by Sweatmother. The artists will also be in discussion around the idea of postcapitalist desire.

Extending and expanding our overview of Mark Fisher’s work we’ll also have Mark Stewart’s Nun Gun, an original piece by Thomas Nordmark meditating on Fisher’s legacy, Pulp Modernism: Julia Toppin, Eddie Otchere and Andrew Green in conversation on Junglist, Mark’s Out Of Joint Lecture Hall tribute mix, Cynhia Cruz on K-Punk and Savage Messiah, Mike Grasso and Matt Ellis on “The Slow Cancellation of the Future” from Ghosts of My Life and “What Is Hauntology?,” a collaboration with Acid Horizon podcast, plus lots more still to come.

Save the date and see you then.

An Introduction to Eerie Aesthetics

This is a transcription (with tracklist) of my contribution to the Repeater Books x The Neon Hospice Hallowe’en marathon. The mix itself should be made available at a later date, but most likely behind a paywall. This transcription below is for Patreons only. Enjoy!


An Introduction to Eerie Aesthetics

[Masters of Psychedelic Ambiance, “Weirdom” from Mu]
[Harmonia & Eno ‘76, “Weird Dream” from Tracks and Traces]
[Grouper, “Second Skin / Zombie Wind” from Way Their Crept]
[Grouper, “Second Wind / Zombie Skin” from Way Their Crept]

Aesthetics is, fundamentally, a discourse of the body. It is a branch of philosophy concerned with sense-perception and sensory judgement. At its most fundamental, aesthetics is standing before a landscape or a painting or listening to a piece of music and asking yourself: How does this make me feel? How do I feel about how this is making me feel? It’s an expression of embodiment and an exploration of what it means to be human.

When Mark Fisher, in his final work The Weird and the Eerie, declares that there “is no inside except as a folding of the outside”, it is likely this meta-sense of the aesthetic that he has in mind. [1] How does the world make me feel? How does that feeling inform how I understand my place in that same world? But also, to think about this more critically, how do I understand what the world is not? How do I understand those parts of the world that are unavailable to me? And how does this lack determine how I approach the world and myself, and also the things that I am not? This folding of world and self, non-world and non-self, is the central paradox of sensory perception that we have long struggled to free ourselves from or even articulate, and it leads to aesthetics becoming entangled with various other philosophical disciplines, such as ontology – the philosophical exploration of what it means to be.

In The Weird and the Eerie and, indeed, in all of his works, through a consistent engagement with pop culture and occulture, Mark Fisher brings all of these concerns to bear on one another. In declaring the inside to be a folding of the outside, just as he had done in his writings on hauntology, Fisher makes aesthetics and ontology reciprocal.

When we think about art today, chances are we find ourselves alienated from this kind of reciprocal experience, because the machinations of art production and its reception are so often obfuscated from the experience art is otherwise said to provide for us. To the casual viewer, modern art might often feel too heavy-handed and preachy or superficial and escapist; in many ways, postmodern art exists in the strange gap between the two. It is often hollow and mundane, yet attached to some grand conceptual position. It can be irritating, for sure, but at its most irritating it mirrors our ideological entrapment under capitalism. Here too, the hollow and the mundane are both emboldened and undermined by lofty ideas. For Fisher, there were good and bad examples of this. As Alex Williams once argued, Fisher’s preoccupation with hauntology was an attempt to excavate a “good” postmodernism.

Personally, when I think of aesthetics today, capitalism is always the elephant in the room. It is that which we have been taught to ignore but which nonetheless drives our tastes and desires. It drives the art market, declaring what is good, and it drives our sensorial sensibilities, fetishizing beauty whilst voiding its apparent relationship to truth. Book after book has been written on the implicit influence of capitalism on not just art but every aspect of our lives, especially those aspects that we think of as being wholly separate from capitalist production. Critiques of capitalism find new relevance in these areas as well. As far as art is concerned, we might note that Karl Marx wrote at length on how capitalist is driven by processes of alienation and abstraction but, in the twenty-first century, we have arguably found abstraction itself abstracted. How else are we supposed to understand the popularity of abstract expressionism in the home décor section of your local IKEA?

When writing The Weird and the Eerie, capitalism was surely on Fisher’s mind too, even if it is less explicitly discussed in his final book than one might otherwise expect. In many ways, we have to uncover the book’s relevance to capitalism for ourselves. This is Fisher at his least didactic. He provides a toolkit, furnished with newly-thought aesthetic categories; it is up to us to consider what to do with them. It is for us to decide how the weird and the eerie might culturally prefigure a new political imaginary – a new psychedelia, perhaps, or even an acid communism, at least one which reaches beyond our libidinal addiction to capitalism’s pleasure principle.

This, of course, complicates Fisher’s conceptions of the weird and the eerie quite a bit. They appear to us as aesthetic categories because, by their very nature, they are sensations – but they are also alienating sensations. So, how do the alienating tendencies of capitalism more broadly affect how we understand this kind of aesthetic experience? After all, the weird and the eerie certainly aren’t new sensations in human history – etymologically, they have been a part of various European vocabularies since the 1300s, and the sensations themselves surely predate our having proper names for them – and so Fisher’s book implicitly wonders: Does capitalism exacerbate or deny the existence of these sensations? And isn’t it weird how, more often than not, it seems to do both simultaneously?

[Grouper, “Living Room” from The Man Who Died in his Boat]
[Graham Lambkin, “The Currency of Dreams” from Salmon Run]

Fisher clearly acknowledges that his consideration of these two terms – the weird and the eerie — is informed by Sigmund Freud’s famous exploration of the unheimlich – that is, the unhomely or the uncanny; that sensation which, for Freud, “belongs to the realm of the frightening, of what evokes fear and dread.” [2] Within the context of Freud’s work, his fascination with such a negative sensation is not unprecedented. Whilst he declares that it’s rare for a psychoanalyst to “feel impelled to engage in aesthetic investigations”, the uncanny nonetheless resonates with Freud’s considerations of what lies beyond the pleasure principle. [3] He wonders why we enjoy being scared and disturbed, and seems to ask what these desires tell us about our psychological constitution in our present time and place. It is a question that still fascinates today — what does our cultural conjuring of the uncanny say about that which troubles of our collective unconscious?

Mark Fisher, in complicating Freud’s theory and splitting the uncanny into two further categories, extends this question outwards into a world of capitalist critique. The examples he draws upon are very telling in this regard. With the exception of Christopher Nolan and David Lynch, readers would be forgiven for thinking his examples were somewhat outdated. However, what is most striking about Fisher’s investigations into weird and eerie is that the modes he champions seldom exist today beyond the realm of retrospection and pastiche. Personally, having spent much of October catching up on many recent horror films I’ve previously missed, it seems readily apparent that the weird and the eerie are seldom well-portrayed in your average schlock horror blockbuster but they are strangely abundant in real life.

Why is this? Perhaps this tells us something about our cultural expectations under capitalism. From satire to horror, we like our laughs and our scares upfront and explicit. We like things lukewarm and predictable. Is this because the world is anything but? Once upon a time, horror was a powerful mode of critique in this regard. Now it seems that we have forgotten this. Films that attempt to poke at the mask of neoliberal propriety still get made – of course they do – but they seem to find it harder and harder to -penetrate through to the other side and reach the sort of audience that might hear and understand their call for another world.

With this in mind, it is Fisher’s conception of the eerie, in particular, that resonates with much of his previous writings. In Capitalist Realism, for instance, he draws on Freud’s theory of dreamwork to explain the false consistency of late capitalism. In his Interpretation of Dreams, Freud attempts to account for the way in which, whilst we are in the midst of a dream, we do not question those moments where sense is lost. We ignore the inexplicable, the displaced and the atemporal. In fact, chances are that, if we were to record our dreams as they actually appear to us, they would likely be an odd jumble of images and sensations with little relation to one another. It is the dreaming mind, however, that engages in a kind of dreamwork – that is, a process of sense-making — stitching together the pieces and presenting us with something that seems, at least on the surface of the unconscious, to be a consistent experience. Fisher explains that our experience of capitalism is somewhat similar. He writes that, when

we are dreaming, we forget, but immediately forget that we have done so; since the gaps and lacunae in our memories are Photoshopped out, they do not trouble or torment us. What dreamwork does is to produce a confabulated consistency which covers over anomalies and contradictions, and it is this which Wendy Brown picked up on when she argued that it was precisely dreamwork which provided the best model for understanding contemporary forms of power. [4]

The weird and the eerie, then, are names for those moments where the dreamwork fails. The weird, as Fisher’s term for “that which does not belong”, points to failures in the capitalist imaginary. Much like in The Matrix, where Neo experiences déjà vu, to witness the weird in waking life is to suggest that capitalism has changed something or perhaps stalled in failing to keep up with its own illusion. However, today, that which emerges from the cracks in  the capitalist firmament is seldom recognised as anything other than an inconvenience or a mistake. We might recognise these faults as “weird”, in Fisher’s sense of the word, but, aesthetically speaking, we may find ourselves ambivalent towards these moments. They are not opportunities for imagination but mundane inconveniences, symptomatic of what Fisher would call our “boring dystopia”. When we think about automated checkouts at the supermarket, for instance, and find ourselves assaulted by the computer’s declaration that there is an unexpected item in the bagging area – or, to use Fisher’s phrase, “there is something present where there should be nothing” [5] – we do not claim the imposition to be eerie. But perhaps we should…

[Mount Eerie, “Emptiness” from SAUNA]
[Gazelle Twin, “Belly of the Beast” from UNFLESH]
[Xasthur, “Prisons of Mirrors” from Subliminal Genocide]

For Fisher, the eerie is a kind of spooky serenity. It has to do, he writes, with a “detachment from the urgencies of the everyday.”

The perspective of the eerie can give us access to the forces which govern mundane reality but which are ordinarily obscured, just as it can give us access to spaces beyond mundane reality altogether. It is this release from the mundane, this escape from the confines of what is ordinarily taken for reality, which goes some way to account for the peculiar appeal that the eerie possesses. [6]

In her new book Theory of the Gimmick, Sianne Ngai explores aesthetic categorisation in a way that is perhaps the inverse of Fisher’s approach to the eerie. For her, the gimmick is a kind of aesthetic shorthand; it is the most blatant and unsubtle tool deployed within capitalist dreamwork. “Repulsive if also strangely attractive,” she writes, and “with a layer of charm we find ourselves forced to grudgingly acknowledge,” Ngai describes a gimmick as something deployed to save both labour and time. [7] The most obvious cultural example is, perhaps, the comedy catchphrase – instantly recognisable, familiar, something that might make us laugh just by being uttered, whether that is within a certain context or without any context whatsoever. It is practical and procedural and, once established, requires very little effort to put to use. For Ngai, the gimmick epitomises abstraction in aesthetic labour. She describes it as a “compromised form bound to an ambivalent judgement that its perception spontaneously elicits”; it is “an entirely capitalist aesthetic.” [8] Much like the uncanny, whilst it is a name for a sensation that is far older than capitalism itself, the gimmick has nonetheless come into its own over the last century.

What is most peculiar about the gimmick for Ngai is that we judge it to be both a wonder and a trick. It is that which, at first, perhaps enthrals us, only to lose its novelty all too quickly. “It is a form”, she writes, that “we marvel at and distrust, admire and disdain.” [9] She considers the narrative or theatrical gimmick known as the “deus ex machina”, for instance – “the machine or crane used to transport gods to the stage in ancient Greek tragedy, [which] has become the name for a ‘cheap’ or aesthetically unconvincing contrivance for achieving narrative closure.” [10] What results from this strange tension between fascination and cynicism is a kind of “perpetual slippage”, she continues, between “positive and negative judgements”, which open “a porthole to this genre of ambivalence in a way that the precapitalist device does not.”

It was this same tension within aesthetic categories under capitalism that long fascinated Mark Fisher. Indeed, this “porthole” described by Ngai is arguably an inversion of the kind of egress that Fisher sought to interrogate in The Weird and the Eerie, and he deploys the eerie in particular as an attempt to access the alternative worlds beyond the capitalist porthole.

The question today, perhaps, is how this mode of exit became so twisted. How is it that the gimmick has  come to dominate even horror? But horror still does what it has always done – it still reflects and exacerbates the darkened corners of the collective psyche. The most terrifying thing about the 21stcentury is that horror has become so boring and predictable, precisely because we have as well. Indeed, capitalism’s turn towards communications technologies in the age of social media is precisely predicated on technology’s ability to predict us. Fisher’s preoccupation with the eerie, then, is arguably a cultural interrogation of our own boredom (or lack thereof); of the strange calm that results from our extended time spent gazing into the mirror of social media.

Speaking at a roundtable discussion on the topic of “Speculative Aesthetics” in 2013, Fisher probes  the problem of social media explicitly. In a transcript of the talk later published by Urbanomic, Fisher notes how “we’ve seen massive behavioural mutations of the human population in the last decade”, to a degree that would feel plenty at home in some 20th century dystopian fiction, but these mutations have been put to use “towards banal ends”. [11] In his accelerationist mode, Fisher wonders if these libidinal tendencies that have us glued to social media on our smartphones can’t be diverted towards other ends instead. The inside is a folding of the outside, after all, and at present, as Fisher explains, this means that “increasingly cultural time is taken up with forms which, at the psychological level, mirror people back to themselves in the most banal possible manifest image.” [12] Fisher’s solution to this narcissistic curse of diminishing returns isn’t a reactionary one, however. The solution is not to destroy the mirror in front of us but affirm its innate but also productive alienating qualities. Just as Fisher writes in The Weird and the Eerie – and to quote the sentence in full this time: “There is no inside except as a folding of the outside; the mirror cracks, I am an other, and I always was.” [13]

For Fisher, this was the strength of modernism. As he explains during the roundtable, “the alienating power of the arts in modernism” was that it provided “an experience that makes one question one’s own experience”; “it is an experience which confronts one with the conditions of experience.” [14] We are still capable of producing this kind of mirror, especially at the level of pop culture. Charlie Brooker’s hit television series Black Mirror is perhaps the obvious example, but it is a show that seems to have fallen from critical adoration for its prescient view of the present into becoming something of a gimmick itself. To say that something is like an episode of Black Mirror is now an unforgiveable cliché, but is that Brooker’s fault or simply an inevitably in our culturally cannibalistic age. Perhaps we just don’t need any more reflections. We have enough to be getting on with.

So where, exactly, should we focus our attentions?

[Lil Peep, “Mirror, Mirror” from Live Forever]
[Gate Zero, “So Many Faces in the Mirror” from Schwerelos]

The mix you are about to hear was made by Mark Fisher back in 2011. It has a simple and almost banal title: “Eerie”, and the sounds we hear over the course of its fifty-minutes are certainly that.

There is something to be said for the way that eeriness is an explicitly audible quality. Something is at its most eerie when it can be heard but not seen. What use is the eerie, then, as a mirror if we cannot see ourselves within it?

In listening to this mix, I’m reminded of the sound mirrors that were installed on England’s Kentish and Yorkshire coastlines in the inter-war years of the twentieth century. As objects, they are austere and imposing but they exist precisely to reflect that which we cannot yet see. As a sort of rudimentary form of radar, they functioned as an early warning system against military invasion. As far as our own unconscious is concerned, the invasion happened long ago, and it seems we were powerless to stop it, but it is perhaps still within sound that we find space to truly reflect and consider that which we are missing – that is, the gaps in ourselves that have not yet been filled.

With that, and if you haven’t already, I’d recommend turning off the lights and finding somewhere quiet to lie down. Over the course of the next hour, I implore to look inside yourself – not as some kind of mindful act, doing capitalism’s job for it by covering over the cracks in your ego. Instead, feel the tentacular creep of the attention economy as you drift further inside of yourself. Look for those cracks, prise them open, and allow the sound to seep in. On tonight of all nights, there is perhaps no task more terrifying.


[1] Mark Fisher, The Weird and the Eerie. London: Repeater Books, 2016, 11-12.

[2] Sigmund Freud, The Uncanny, trans. David McLintock. London: Penguin Books, 2003, 123.

[3] Ibid.

[4] Mark Fisher, Capitalism Realism: Is There No Alternative? Winchester: Zer0 Books, 2009, 60.

[5] Fisher, The Weird and the Eerie, 61.

[6] Ibid., 13.

[7] Sianne Ngai, Theory of the Gimmick: Aesthetic Judgement and Capitalist Form. London: Harvard University Press; Belknap Press, 2020, 53.

[8] Ibid.

[9] Ibid., 54.

[10] Ibid.

[11] Mark Fisher, “Practical Eliminativism: Getting Out of the Face, Again” in Speculative Aesthetics, eds. Robin Mackay, Luke Pendrell, James Trafford. Falmouth: Urbanomic Media Ltd., 2014, 92.

[12] Ibid., 94.

[13] Fisher, The Weird and the Eerie, 11-12.

[14] Ibid., 92.

Xenogothic Radio #6: ‘Jamaican Flavour’ Mix


I didn’t really feel so great about my set for the ‘For K-Punk’ Fundraiser at the Tasty Bakery in Peckham last week — especially because, for some reason, Yannis Philippakis was there? I heard that apparently some people fought their way to get inside and didn’t like that we were still charging money on the door at 3am — it was a fundraiser!? — and then they got in to find out most people had gone home already and it was just me flailing about trying to read a half-asleep dance floor.

I’d brought a lot of jungle with me that night but as soon as I stepped up to the decks I got the distinct impression everyone was jungled out — and I’m not complaining: everyone who played that night went in hard and it was fucking incredible — but I was too jungled out myself to do that well at thinking on my feet.

Anyway, I was a bit sad about it, especially because I’d spent the week leading up to it filling my USBs with weapons for a last-ditch dancefloor shelling. To make myself feel a bit better, here’s a partial reconstruction of my set that fades out around the time I took a hard left turn into some disco for the mellowed-out crowd.

Enjoy.

XG on the Wyrd Signal Podcast

I had the best time hanging out with Lucy and Sean the other week to record an episode of their Wyrd Signal podcast.

It was recorded in Lucy’s amazing flat on a swelteringly hot August Sunday but it was an appropriately Bacchanalian affair with copious amounts of wine, berries and cigarettes.

As you can see from the timestamp above, we talked for hours about the sprawling mythos of Hannibal Lecter, serial killing in general and the strange relationships we have to these things through culture and queerness.

Give it a listen and go and support Sean and Lucy’s excellent podcast over on Patreon.

Hyper / stition — Xenogothic on ‘Pisalni stroji’

I was recently invited by Marko Bauer and Primož Krašovec at ŠUM to contribute a short text to a radio show they host on Ljubljana’s Radio Študent called Pisalni stroji. They select a theme, each contributing a short text on a topic of their choosing and invite a guest to contribute a third. This month they invited me to write something (and pick a track to play too) on the topic of “Hyper / stition“. I tried to write something about the concept’s apparent connection to the Real / realism.

It was a tough exercise in condensation which I’m not that used to over here, particularly as it was written during the mania of my recent sleep deprivation. I’ll put any errors down to that.

You can listen to the show here (where I make an appearance at 07:30) and I’ve attached a transcript of my text below. The track playing in the background is “Age of Outsiders” by Paradox.

A huge thank you to Marko and Primož for inviting me and, as ever, much love to the Ljubljana contingent.



The political attraction of hyperstition, and the strand which it is often reduced to, is that it generates “fictions that make themselves real.” This is not the only mechanism of the hyperstitional process but it is seemingly the most accessible — the first signpost on a journey towards the outside of present hegemonies.

The innate pull of hyperstition towards the outside has always been explicit, with the term firmly embedded within the Lovecraftian mythos of the Cybernetic Culture Research Unit (CCRU). In the decades since, this position of outsideness has been argued for most explicitly in the writings of Nick Land on his Xenosystems blog — his rightwards flight “relat[ing] itself to what it escapes”, considering the Outside to be the “‘place’ of strategic advantage” — but also, we find a desired outsideness in the work of Nick Srnicek and Alex Williams who proclaim, emphatically, from the left, that the “future must be cracked open once again, unfastening our horizons towards the universal possibilities of the Outside.”

To reach this outside, however, from whatever direction, requires a new unbelief in the future. This is not a belief based on pre-existing evidence, relics or established authority; it is, instead, radically speculative, contrarian even. It is a hyperstition understood as the psychosomaticism of a body politic which produces “real” symptoms; an unbelief in a social sickness from which mutations abound. However, in our present moment, it is hard to ascertain “what” kind of sickness this might be and “where” exactly its outside lies. With left and right facing off against the other, we see how the perpetual movement of the inside erects mirrors and false flags with an alarming efficiency. The system is all too good at containment.

Much has been made of the contemporary resonance of the term “hyperstition” in the last few years. Many on the right, in particular, argue that the election of Donald Trump as the 45th President of the United States was the direct result of some of his supporters’ hyperstitional prowess, in succeeding to bring about the seemingly unthinkable through a doubling-down on Trump’s own irreality. However, this new — or rather “alt” — trajectory is still, notably, internal to the dominant infrastructures of the Western world. This is to say that Trump’s election was a relative trauma; a “fiction” explicitly for the post-Obama left, exposing their entrenched disbelief in any alternatives, whether of a positive or a negative nature. However, one side’s win over another is not, in itself, a hyperstition. As Iris Carter tells us, hyperstitions “are not representations, neither disinformation nor mythology”; they are not the product of ‘fake news’ and propaganda because they “cannot be judged true or false.” All Trump’s presidency has done is rupture a hegemony that many did not know existed: the realism of progressive politics; the “realistic” belief that things will, always, eventually, get better.

The biggest lesson of the last four years, in this respect, should be that “fiction is not opposed to the real.” Political realities are, in fact, as the CCRU tells us, “composed of fictions” — that is, fictions plural — of “consistent semiotic terrains that condition perceptual, affective and behavioural responses.” Each terrain contains within it the virtualities of other forms of life and it is these virtualities which may come to realise themselves, often whether we like it or not. However, whilst the transformations we have seen in recent years are undeniable, they are also superficial. To realise one virtuality is not to change reality itself. All we see is a change in direction; a shift in favour of another trajectory which is nonetheless internal and current to the overarching system. Fictions will always realise themselves but not all realisations will bring us to an outside.

Nick Land himself has already made more nuanced distinctions along these internal lines, of particular relevance to the neoreactionary ideologies that he has explored in depth on his blog. In one post, for instance, he notes how there are “Inner” and “Outer” neoreactionary politics. The former “models itself on a protected state, in which belonging is sacred, and boundaries rigorously policed”; the latter “is intrinsically nomad[ic], unsettled”, looking for “opportunities for leverage, rather than a menu of potential homes.” Trump’s election, was such a moment of leverage, but one which nonetheless became a home. the outward momentum that Trump’s presidency seemed to promise for an Outer-Neoreactionary nomad has surely already been squandered on the grounds of the mundanely familiar, subsumed into an already dominant realism.

There are similar outward-facing arguments on the left as well. Mark Fisher’s most famous coinage “capitalist realism” has done particularly well to give shape to our present global hegemony. Realism, for Fisher, in this instance, is the naturalisation of a politics. It is to give an ideology its “biological foundation”, in the words of Herbert Marcuse. But that it not to say that realisms in themselves are to be frowned upon. Fisher’s move is rather to represent the dominant realism as it appears to us; to represent and re-present it. As the CCRU would argue: “Far from constituting a subversion of representative realism, [hyperstition] merely consummates a process that representative realism initiated.” Representative realism is not, then, in itself, the Real. Hyperstition should be seen as putting the Real back in realism. The question is what we do with it.

Similarly, Fisher also writes of a potential “communist realism” which takes a realist’s approach to its own development, echoing the affective mechanisms of hyperstition. He writes on his K-Punk blog:

[Communist realism] isn’t an eventalism, which will wager all its hopes on a sudden and final transformation. It isn’t a utopianism, which concedes anything “realistic” to the enemy. It is about soberly and pragmatically assessing the resources that are available to us here and now, and thinking about how we can best use and increase those resources. It is about moving — perhaps slowly, but certainly purposively — from where we are now to somewhere very different.

Here we see a call for an Outer Communism which has plans far beyond those beloved by socialists. Whereas Land expresses his ideas in terms he hopes will be most repulsive to the realism of the modern left, Fisher expresses himself in ways that might coax them outside of themselves more gently. Both, however, should be seen as wholly hostile to the status quo.

Many CCRU orbiters, past and present, have argued that the term “hyperstition” has fallen into disrepute — being at once diluted and overdetermined — but this is due to our failure to adequately contend with this very fact: that “hyperstition” is not something you do but rather something which you make the best of. As Land, again, tells us, in terms which can be applied to a myriad of political movements on both the left and the right:

We do not, and cannot, know what we want, anymore than we can know what the machines of the next century will be like, because real potentials need to be discovered, not imagined.

He writes, more recently, in an essay from 2017:

Realism begins as a subtraction of attachment to illusion — as disillusionment. To determine it positively, from the beginning, would be already unrealistic (in exactly the same way that naive realism is unrealistic). Reality hides.

Here we see the true nexus of Fisher’s question which lurks within his Acid Communism, interrogating the nature of postcapitalist desire and asking whether or not we want what we say we want. Unbelief comes to resemble desire itself: the desire to find what reality hides; the desire of discovery. Hyperstitional fictions, then, must also be discovered. They cannot be created. We must remember that fictions are more than capable of transforming themselves. The best we can do is latch onto them and, perhaps, embed them in our realisms.

Xenogothic Radio #4: The Sounds & Silences of Llansteffan

https://www.mixcloud.com/xenogothic/xenogothic-radio-4-the-sounds-silences-of-llansteffan/

This is old. Almost four years old. Posting this as Episode #4 of Xenogothic Radio might be cheating a bit but I’ve been revisiting this recently as I find myself in that cold, sad December mood of nostalgia for brighter climes, trying to take my mind away to somewhere other than London on a miserable Tuesday morning commute.

This was initially made as a CD for the population of a small Welsh coastal village, around the bay from Laugharne, the adopted home of Dylan Thomas. In hindsight, it’s basically just a radio show. It’s about time I gave it the chance to exist as such. 


In 2015 I did an artist residency programme in Llansteffan, a tiny coastal village in Carmenthenshire, West Wales. It was my first and only residency after I graduated from my undergraduate photography degree in 2013 but I had decided I wanted to swap my camera for a microphone.

I came across this project again today and, whilst it was initially presented in a very different format, it is essentially a radio show and one which still warms my heart so, for Xenogothic Radio #4, we’re going for a dip into my archive.

I was living in Cardiff at the time and, at the National Museum, at some sort of art event in the depths of winter, I ended up chatting to an artist called Lauren Heckler.

A residency whizz, having already travelled the world making site-specific work, Lauren had just recently moved to Cardiff and was looking to return home, organising a residency in Llansteffan where she had grown up.

It sounded really interesting and so did she so, still unemployed at that time, when we said goodbye, she gave me the details, and, later that week, I applied to be a part of it.

In March 2015, I joined a group of four other artists and, together, we would spend a number of weekends throughout March and April in the village making work before putting on an exhibition in the village hall.

The ethos of the residency was to bring contemporary art to a rural community but, in truth, this community was no stranger to artistic flirtations. Llansteffan was already home to the artist Osi Rhys Osmond, a renowned Welsh psychogeographer — “graphic psychogeographer”, as he’d call himself — who occupied the old dog pound in the village square.

Osmond was a psychogeographer in quite a literal sense. His artworks were made up of layers of maps and photographs and drawings and text. His abstracted cartographies resemble a sort of pre-digital deepdream of landscape and memory that didn’t quite resemble either — free-floating signifiers of time and place. 

I liked Osi’s work and I liked how he wrote about it too. I hadn’t heard of him before starting to plan for the residency and I was quite looking forward to meeting him. (There was a plan to have a somewhat formal meeting with him to discuss our approaches to this new — for us — space.) Unfortunately, shortly before the residency was about to start, Osmond lost his battle to cancer. I remember Lauren, who had been mentored by Osi, was heartbroken and considered calling the whole thing off. Instead, we went ahead with the residency in his honour.

The first day — a Saturday in early March — also happened to be the day of Osi’s funeral. We stood outside the church with other members of the overflowing crowd, listening to some wonderful eulogies. I think we mostly felt like we were intruding, but it felt only right to pay our respects to Osi before proceeding to make work in his substantial shadow.

The implicit influence of Osi on our thinking was hugely important for all of us. We each tried to map the space and its people in our own ways. I wanted to work with sound rather than photography — taking only one (proper) picture (not simply for documentary purposes) the entire that I was there. I’d previously, as a student, made photography installations that were soundtracked by mix CDs that I would pump into a space and give away, as a sort of soundtrack to the work and its making. 

I wanted to find a way of exploring the experience of photography itself. That’s what I loved: taking pictures, not looking at them. Everything after that experience of walking around and clicking that shutter was admin. I started to make field recordings of my photowalks, the sounds of the country or the city, punctuated by camera clicks. Then, after a while, the camera became altogether redundant. I wanted to capture that experience, not hide it behind the romanticism of Photoshop and big white spaces.

I started to make guides instead, inspired by the works of Janet Cardiff. I made aural accompaniments to the experience of photographing, retaining the aural experience that was so important to me but that was, most of the time, exorcised from the final “representation”.

That’s what I ended up putting in the village hall: a little hub, reminiscent of a half-forgotten tourist information centre, all cork board and pinned up bits of paper, maps, local info… And then, on the table, a Walkman and a stack of CDs. I only made 50 copies but they all went on the first day. I hope the people of Llansteffan still listen to it sometimes.

I wanted to share it here too. It’s not particularly Gothic, but it certainly contains all of my interests: consciousness raising, sound, the political potentials of mediated experience, mythologies, humour, new futures out of lost pasts, etc. It’s a project that I look back on so very fondly — mostly because Llansteffan is one of the most beautiful and relaxed places I’ve ever been — and sometimes I still listen to this to take myself back there.

I never shared it around that much because, being so site-specific, I wasn’t sure it would survive outside its immediate context. But now, I think maybe there’s something there…

See what you think.

Xenogothic Radio #2: The Breakdown and the Breakthrough

From Xasthur to Kanye West to Albert Ayler to Sister Nancy and back to Phil Elverum.

Episode #2 is about breakdowns and breakthroughs.



The more time I spend putting these together, the more aware I become that this is not my natural habitat.

Please forgive my tongue being slightly too big for my mouth and please forgive my laziness over going back and pronouncing words properly.

I never nitpick on this blog. I’m not about start now.


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