lf you REALLY want to listen...

THIS IS THE SOUND. In the no-man's land between the Steel and Perspex office-blocks, and the Thundering Industrial complexes hammering out raw-energy, lies an area polluted by the Sonic War Sculpture of Modern Power. Here, the White Noise of labor meets the IBM chatter of Commerce. An echoing rhythm of dropping bombs and metal, meshes with the Symphonic hum of sirens upon jack-hammers, the subliminal murmur of Consumption, Construction and Corruption. THIS IS THE SOUND. It can be found in the Twilight World of Northern Sonic Discotheques; the fashionable Underworld of all-nite Dance-power sessions - Cavernous chambers filled with the beautiful noise of Hi NRG Beat-Metal, twisting, cranking, crushing. THIS IS THE SOUND. Although its origins are in the taut Urban Heartlands of the Northern Hemisphere, this is no isolated outbreak. Visit Leeds, Detroit, Berlin, New York and you will experience the infrastructure and the stark reality of Crush Collision. Even in the Precincts and Shopping Malls, you can hear the Scrambled-Static of non-stop TV and the Roar of the Motorway City of the Future...

THIS IS THE SOUND. THIS IS THE AGE OF CHANCE.

JOHN F. POWER New York City 1986 Author "CRUSH COLLISION; Story of a Sound" (Selby & Heller)