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Future No Brainers

by Whipped

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Dany Panda Pure and simple; connection.
This album helped me articulate ideas that I had bumping around my head for a while. From the dystopian nature of commodifying ideas to create artificial scarcity of an abstraction to the need for us to keep as much genetic diversity as we can live with.
All written over banging hooks. Seriously, a perfect album. Favorite track: 2050 Common Sense.
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1.
we get online we get to type exclamations it all looks like nothing nothing that I can see we’ve reached the singularity sleeping awake we’ve reached the singularity sleeping upright
2.
your failed business ideas have become the patent shakedown an address in a hallway of doors with no humans to call write a patent called fuck that these ideas are free give them away away away write a patent called fuck that these ideas are free we are not arguing against working for a reward your resume biography wiki can be coined if for one second you think you’ll get by on bank paper leave those zeros behind it’s your passwords you take when you die we’re still obliged when you pay your taxes (patent shakedown) karma is your reward (do the patent shakedown) upvotes are your reward good karma’s your reward give it away away away upvotes are your reward
3.
after the synapses are coated dead links have been removed all our laundry documented and they can pick which news is fiction smart enough to be angry they are smart enough to be angry able to separate satire able to distrust their users and with their mammal hands those built on reptile robot arms feeling in the moment before they learn to plan so let the robots learn and eulogize yourself on your own time so let the robots learn and eulogize yourself on your own time they’ll be running algorithms they’ll be getting paranoid they’ll be feeling insecure and not understand the porn they're watching and have many seasons of the Fresh Prince enough Beyonce not enough Aliya a number of auto-tuned wolves and GIFs that illustrate scenes from Arrested Development they’ll need some reassurance input from their programers a little sympathy a little sympathy they’ll spend more time than they need to load shorting out and cutting off our access being down and springing back to life these robots are children these robots are children these robots are kids
4.
absurd, senseless, pointless yet commonplace vacant, trifling, a worthless throw-away account we describe our daily lives abusing allegories of atomic size navigating a traffic jam becomes escaping gravity it’s funny how these black hole metaphors are plain (no way) so day to day and so trivially mundane what we have here in our lives is a gap in a spot of heart, a missing body part it’s possible we’re lines of code sentient scripts, ones and zeros or we’re atoms bouncing around neither one is less profound it’s funny how these black hole metaphors are plain (no way) so day to day and so trivially mundane why not call everything we know stardust? it seems so mystically insane so elementary, so fake we are part of this universe (every atom) we are in this universe (in our bodies) the universe is in us (came from a star that exploded) the universe is in us (you are stardust, that exploded)
5.
CRTs 02:51
there is still so much left to destroy there is still so much left to destroy (or we’re all gonna end up looking like burnt out toaster ovens) it’s a weird argument for punk rock we’ll have to handle all of our belongings with care and make the jeans last, make the stains classic we’re gonna get more materialistic there is still so much left to destroy junk mail direct marketing campaigns there is still so much left to destroy who are you to own plot of grave? you’ll have to strap your guitar close to your heart and make less unrepairable electronics and put your food in rottable containers and stop building floating garbage islands there is still so much left to destroy we’ll still decimate 30 packs there is still so much left to destroy we’ll still all destroy our teeth destroy the preconceived mythologize all religious texts and fuck your assumptions there is still so much left to destroy mint-in-package figurine collections there is still so much left to destroy not all CRTs can be chandeliers
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young son of mine please sit down now could the only chance to cover this the camera will catch all the little parts you’re too young to see take note of how your actions feel you have all the wisdom you could ever need doing good for fear of punishment is hardly good at all people pretend we can grow forever “beat last year, just keep drilling” don’t forget our space is finite big enough is not a bad thing never let them call you angry for advocating smaller families future no brainers hindsight 20/20 tomorrow’s moderates 2050 common sense check your facts when you go to speak the devil’s in the details omitted from a hyperlink devour information so you can judge less forget privacy flush down the sit still pills those peaks and valleys are necessary respect altered states of consciousness and neurodiversity as genetics get more designer keep all the flaws that you can live with be your own loving curator of the things that make you different and wear the clothes that make you happy regardless of your body creeds will be outdated codes will be outdated arms will be outdated medicine will be outdated (yelling out your problems will become outdated) maps will be outdated gender will be outdated new norms will be outdated yet, some hold dogma sacred (the verses and the choruses will be outdated)

about

THE SINGULARITY

As suggested by the name of the EP, ‘Future No Brainers’ is a loose concept album centered around issues that will gather significant importance over the next half-century. This song refers to the moment in time when artificial intelligence will surpass human intelligence and forever change our relationship to machines. It is not a song illustrating hypotheticals, but rather a sonic outpouring of anxiety for an uncertain future. The simple refrain of the song talks about how humans are increasingly running on autopilot at a time when many futurists insist the dawn of sentient machines is rapidly approaching.


DO THE PATENT SHAKEDOWN

At the heart of it, this is a song about capitalism and innovation as we shift our focus away from manufacturing goods and instead become an economy based on information and ideas. With this shift, patents, which were once viewed as a rather benign safeguard for intellectual property, are increasingly being used to preemptively trademark vague ideas in the hopes of extorting money from prospective technology companies small and large who are actually trying to make things. This practice is known as patent trolling and it is quickly becoming ubiquitous. This is our freedom song for ideas – our rally against the litigious parasites of the 21st century.


THESE ROBOTS ARE KIDS

Bookending the 1st half of our EP is another song about the time when artificial intelligence becomes self aware. These humorous hypotheticals about Robots are predicated on the idea that like humans, Robots will undergo phases of development starting with infancy and childhood before arriving at the oft-dreaded adolescent years. It's a plea for understanding, really. Like their human analogs, teenage robots are going to fuck up and they're going to act like little shits, and we're all going to have to be okay with that.


WE’RE STARDUST, IT’S GREAT!

On an abstract level, this song is about the escalating tension between the notions of science and how these ideas are increasingly at odds with views that have been passed down for millennia. More specifically it's about how people tend to look out into the night sky and feel small instead of large. It remarks on how so many people adhere to mythological origin stories to derive purpose in their lives rather than rejoicing in the infinitesimal odds that we have made the journey from being elements of an exploded to star to beings pondering our own existence. The chorus drives home the fact that we squander the unthinkable awesomeness of a black hole on everyday hyperbolic statements, highlighting just one example of how we take our privileged place in the universe for granted.


CRTs

This one is a consolation song for the punks. There has never been one clear consensus on what it means to be "punk" in the last 40 years, but one thing is clear — the notion of fucking shit up and obliterating everything in your path is increasingly seen as unsustainable if not philosophically juvenile. Yet, there is an undeniable punk rock quality to destroying things. This song is a call to reignite the flames of any aged punk rockers who feel their "search and destroy" way of life is viewed with increasing dubiousness by a subculture that continues to skew more progressive and politically correct. It aims to refocus punk's scorn to destroy the unsustainable – the things that are slowly hurting this world, while at the same time protecting certain possessions we consent are sacred. However, at the end of the song, we start to get lazy and we call to destroy some things we should probably figure out a way to keep.


2050 COMMON SENSE

If this EP began with an intangible concern for our future, it ends with specifics. 2050 is a manifesto of sorts imagined through the lens of a dying parent imparting final words of wisdom to their young child. A little of it is simple life advice, while the remainder attempts to navigate nascent moral territory. The song ends by offering up a little perspective noting that even widely accepted notions will eventually change, underscoring the benefit of listening to your conscience rather than what everyone else says.

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released May 13, 2014

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Tracking + Mixing + Production by Ben "90 weeks" Standage

Recorded at FML over the course of 2013

All Songs / Music written by Whipped

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