The British are coming! The British are coming! Wow. I thought artists were supposed to talk about airy nothings, like Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy, “making a brick, not building a wall,” and the vertical colors of sound, you know, talking about things not related to concrete objects, but expressing something that can only be appreciated intellectually, based on general principles or theories rather than on specific instances, not aiming to depict an object but composed with the focus on internal structure and form, describing music that is intended to have no programmatic content, decorated with irregular areas of color that do not represent anything concrete, emotionally detached or distanced from something. You know, drifting clarifiers floating ideas in the air of abandoned churches, and shit. Boy, was I mistaken. Brain Eno has gone unmistakably thoughtless, vulgar, and insensitive as to lack all refinement or delicacy, extremely so, and flagrantly.
If we have lost Brian Eno to the anti-war movement, then who can we look to salve our flaming souls? Follow below the fold into the absurd reality of an artist banging his head on the political abutment that is Iraq!