Will My Questions Ever Be Answered?

Somehow we got drawn into a binary. Radiating on one hemisphere are the proselytisers of Computer Future, drawing all their energy from the misplaced anxieties of the soothsayers of computer future.

Grounded V2Where the soothsayers point to loss and dissolution, watch the Matrix as documentary and close their Facebook accounts, the proselytisers celebrate the productive nature of the emerging modes of sociability that Computer Future allows.

How different is it, really, to share a photograph on your wall, than it was, in previous eras, to dust off photo albums and gaze at faded glossy memories behind plastic sheets? Not that different, and the now is infinitely better because we can share with an infinite number of people: so quantitatively speaking the act of digital sharing is that many times more valuable than the analogue photograph as the number of followers who “see” your post.

Phenomenologically speaking, concepts like “seeing” and “sociability” remain undefined. In 1980, before digital consciousness, we were not really that much further than Kant or Husserl (*lack of women philosophers noted*) in understanding what the world is beyond our retinas – even the retinas were lost to us, the optic nerve but a theory, the assumption of a “conscious self” written in quotation marks to allow at least the possibility of conceptualising the world.

Computer Future clashes with this philosophical tradition, because it takes as its starting point the existence of the network, and then tries to theorise what the human might mean within it, whereas, at least for some of us (anyone over thirty years of age being essentially a stone ghost of the twentieth century in the flux of the twenty-first) understanding what I am, and what I can know about the external world as more than just flickering lights on the cave wall is a hurdle we have not passed.

So maybe this is how our questions will finally be put to rest, not through resolution but through a fading of relevance, through a fading of the concepts and the experiences which gave these questions life and importance in the first place.

But what, then, when AI wakes up to itself? What will it know of itself? Will it be able to verify, with its near-infinite processing operations per second, that it actually exists, that there is a world beyond its digital tendrils?

Will it even care?

Google Knows Me

I read once that the Stasi ultimately failed because a certain formula failed – the ratio between the information they collected and their capacity to analyse it and render it meaningful was vastly unequal. So they ended up with immense archives of unknowable information. Satisfying to an archivist perhaps, but not of much use to the security apparatus.

In this era of cybernetics the equation is levelled, even though on both sides of the equation the numbers have increased dramatically – There is an increase in the amount of data collected and at the same time the ability to turn this data into knowledge.

Data is essentially 0s and 1s, numbers before they are rendered intelligible to a human mind. Content without form. Information is the start of the transition. Information is my name, an SMS I send, pornography I consume. Knowledge is the end of the transition into intelligibility, where we can really say that we have integration, all the information about me becomes intelligible, you know where I will go before I do, you give me a sexual identity (determine what highly specialised breed of fetishist I am), knowledge is knowing, knowing is an act of violence, of control.

Google knows me.

Leonard Cohen Remix “Everybody Knows” on Local Suicide

Tusk’s interpretation of Cohen’s seething bitterness and cynicism sits quite naturally atop the pumping and strangely fitting melodic groove, with the female chorus backing vocals adding to the resigned, but weary of its resignation, general tone of the song.




Long awaited return of the sci-fi synth supplicant TUSK now reborn as the perennially wandering lesbian vampire of your sweetest, darkest dreams.

Lesbian Vampires is a psychedelic paean to impossible love and the weight of desire.
Buy the EP at tusklives.bandcamp.com

Directed and Edited by TUSK
Cinematography & Styling by Mad Kate

Music written and produced by TUSK
Mix Tweaking & High Definition Mastering by: Bartłomiej Kuźniak (http://studio333.net)

TUSK meets alien duo DUO MEGA Ω MEGA. Video out now.

So after spending ten days strapped to a medibay orbiting the coldest planet in the universe, I have returned to Earth to find my children have grown. The seeds of this collaboration have now produced an inspiring new vision of alternative corporeality.

MEGA Ω MEGA have just released the video to the track “FROM SPACE” that we recorded a little while ago. Watch it here:

TUSK Festival Shows and Berlin Return

www.christoph-neumann.comTUSK returns with a festival show on the 26th July at Fluff Fest, Rockycany, Czech Republic. Also catch TUSK on the 29th June for Queer Riot Club at Neurotitan gallery (more details coming soon). The Berlin show will see the launch of TUSKNONSTOP – a new performance and audiovisual concept, also featuring music from the upcoming EP Lesbian Vampires.

Also catch HYENAZ at Reich und Schön Festival on the 21st of June, and at CCCP on the 22nd. More details here.