TROLL MEsix impala & MANON
Who are you: A computer program? A pop star? Or just a Japanese girl lost in the American Midwest? You’re listening to six impala on a bizarro-mixtape of Punk Goes Acoustic and you’re singing along. Which is of course, your first mistake. You stutter through the primary malfunction, but can’t avoid the sudden silence when you realize the world’s gone dark. Suddenly, she’s gripping your throat and chopping your vocals. She’s singing through you. Your voice sounds like ones and zeroes fed through a compressor. She smiles from behind the talk screen. Neutra: the antithesis of all things earthly. Through you she plays pretend, occupying physical space via digital possession. But you are not so easily overcome. You do battle with electr(on)ic guitars wired straight into your subconscious. And here you find your voice, backed by a mammalian growl and the earth beneath your feet. Through a wall of mockery, you corrupt the code and bring the vocaloid to her knees. No more. You laugh and cry and grasp at your identity: MANON? Neutra? Katt? You can’t be sure until you let out one final squeak of humanity, “Don’t troll me!”