Keep Worrying, Details to Follow: An Interview with Bonnie Baxter of Prolaps
“The eight-hour Ultra Cycle is a punishment for humanities’ crimes against the earth and the environment,” says Baxter, gravely. “We want people to get lost in it, resulting in spiritual enlightenment, madness, or both.”
So launches a schizophrenic circus of gleeful glitch and maddening itch. Ultra Cycle Pt. 1: Vernal Birth is aural indigestion, artful abrasion, a hiccuped sense of doom. “PLUR Mud” conjures images of rapid mastication, the bounce of neon bubblegum. “Internal Alchemy” is, meanwhile, the murmur of microbes, dancing in spite of their vessel in decay. “Lizard Attachment” is groping a doorknob in the dark. It is circuitry gone sick.











