underground music in the uk has always been vulnerable to extinction, exploitation, historical amnesia. by taking it apart and feeding it back to itself in digital threads it survives, converting it from a struggling forest on a poisoned nation's soil to the spreading rhizome of the post-genre, post-nation internet. only through this rejection can we say, this makes me proud to be british. Only through these methods does dean show the tragicomedy of these nation-genres, and the love they really deserved. They deserved cultivation, not commodification. Put up your aerial.
