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E S C A P E SHere be the mysterious place where escaped Choronzonic tracks fly off to, as they attempt to resist capture, wishing to be heard as what they are, instead of sitting around patiently waiting for CHORONZON to "Release" them, and probably ending up becoming something different: which can mean becoming metamorphosed into a Better Thing - or being literally edited to death. Or worst of all, edited to death, and reanimated, and then euthanised for good measure. Most of the time, "Escapes" are essentially finished items, that, at time of release, get remixed to sound a bit more wide in tone-range and may have one or two snippets of this-or-that thrown in like a garnish, or a little shaved off here and there to reduce redundancy. Once in a while a truly unfinished track tags along and escapes with the "finished" ones. In such cases it is be up to CHORONZON to capture it, or choose to allow himself to be eluded by the runaway, as nothing can actually elude his capture, least of all his own Manifestations. In such cases, Our Lord of Hallucinations will decree them to be free by reason of wanting freedom too much for him to bring himself to bring them back, where they may end up maimed or killed by the scalpels of the audiosofts, or condemned to becoming as tweaked as their Creatrix usually is. If Choronzon does round up the escapee, claiming it unfit to roam free yet, it will be returned to "Ground Infinity", a Secret Underground Base, deep beneath C-WEST Headquarters, which is something like a combination of a laboratory, a factory and a temple. There, under the terrible powers, ever increasing, of the mighty Zax Invideous, an evil machine built MOSTLY to DO just ONE THING: ENACT ACTS OF TORTUROUS EVOLUTION upon the Chaosophonic Manifestations of CHORONZON - it will, at the whims of Monde and her Symbiont, the Egregious Egregore we know as CHORONZON, then be added to, subtracted from, fondled and molested and squeezed, poked, sliced, diced, pinched and generally played with - sometimes for months...until they pronounce it to be whole and as close to perfect as it shall ever be, and thus, ready for Release. Sadly, some of them never make it through this ordeal and end up giving their lives for art and science, so to speak. Others return to the wild, in a later escape from this madness, or endure it until Release at which time they are much better fit to survive the overcrowded underground digital music pastures. Survival of the fittest, or more like, "survival at the whim of CHORONZON." Either way, it works.
NEITHER RADICAL NOR RIGHT
Soundtrack for the ROTA Working, in Progress.
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