Hello. I am Damage, gonzo journalist, catalyst and an explorer of weird and futurologistic. A month ago I knew how to time travel. Now, only a few hours ago, to my best knowledge, I woke up while being abducted by space aliens and remarkably under the drills. It gives me great satisfaction, erection and self-confidence to conclude that ambassadors of superior civilizations warp time and space just to drill me. And I also think this was also the equivalent of a galactic job interview. Because we finished the new issue of The Dose magazine. About Paris. And you will buy this magazine. Because all the money I will hoard up from sales will go into new pancreas and a one-way ticket to Singapore. But more about this after the embed and the jump.

THE DOSE magazine – Issue 3 (Paris) TEASER

The Dose. For those who’re late for class, it started as a free PDF mag targeting one city per issue to showcase its weird underdog talents: musicians, artists, designers with a focus on music, more music and great eyecandy. I had friends helping me out but it was mostly a solo project and it was a great thing to do, doing a pilot on Budapest and then two more issues, on Tokyo and London. Then three years passed. And we decided to go back to the original plan we liked, I quit being a full-time IT journalist and after long months of working in our free time, here’s the Paris issue. If you were following up on what I did, I promised so many times that this will come that you probably didn’t believe me. But it’s here now.

Yes. The Paris issue. It has features on French steampunk, cyberpunk, netlabels (amazing stuff ranging from mad orgy freejazz to pumping warehouse techno), parkour, psytrance (a great comparison of chocolate and goa!) and fashion. And a great piece of infographics about French bands we loved. Features on LVA, brain hacking and Chinese underground music. Interviews with Clélia Altaïr, Punish Yourself, Lukas Zpira, Die Puppe, Foretaste, Miss Kittin, Scan X, the guys at Dejobaan Games and RJDJ, Nohno / Kibuka, Blue Stahli, Shiv-R and Black Nail Cabaret. And e-readers. And our recommendations for 2010. And lots of reviews.

So spread the news, enjoy the show, buy our mag, support the artists, don’t steal this mag if you don’t exactly need to, send us feedback and contact us if you think you could help us rock more. And here are a few music videos from these previous artists you gonna love!

A journalist once asked Timothy Leary what people should do after they “turn on.” Tim said, “Find the others.” (david pescovitz interview, via technoccult)

Félájultan jelentkezünk a tegnapi, meglepően családias hangulatú Papírpárbaj után, amiről még nem jött vissza minden részlet, csak az, hogy kábelestül tépek ki @dawe_ műszerfalából ezt-azt (pedig volt I Need a Miracle DNB remix), helyikávé helyett a gyárilag szopogatott savanyúcukor ízű energiaital három óra csúsztatással üt be tíz percre, a felhozatal pedig hiába irigylésre-csettintésreméltó, ha a világ egyik legjobb beatboxereként számontartott Beardyman livejára csak saccra-szemmértékre kétszázan voltunk kíváncsiak, innen is üdvözlöm az első sorból a lányt, aki hangosan kiabált Beardymannek, hogy szépvagyszeretlek szeretlekszeretlek decsúnyavagybazmegszépvagyszeretlek. Aki már látott pár Beardyman liveot, annak az alábbi videókon semmi sem lesz új, max az, hogy sötét volt és a forgófénytől be fogtok állni egy idő után, a maestro meg láthatóan nem volt a legjobb formájában és tömegénekeltetés-hergelés-színpadishow helyett elment kísérleti ambient meg dub, az utolsó pillanatokban meg jött az Omkara Techichi-féle gabbaközeli veretés (hálaistennek), de isteni volt mindazonáltal, a videókat szeretettel küldjük mindenkinek, aki nem tudta megoldani, hogy eljöjjön, utólagos köszönet goes to @_moire @dawe_ meg a Valdi, én meg most segítségül hívom John Dee énoki mágiáját és lefőzöm vele az első ristrettot vénába, szevasztok. Többi videó a more után.
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Konyhai kísérlet egy medúza és több csomag koreai savanyúság között. Felfeszül a falra, karomgörcsbe feszülő tíz ujjal tartja vissza magát, hogy ne süllyedjen bele a betonba az izgalomtól, amíg a többiek megpróbálják nem felgyújtani a szomszéd szobát, türelmetlen nyögései elbújnak a Birdy Nam Nam felismerhetetlenségig széttöredezett, bohó scratch-hopja alatt. Mindezt a tudomány nevében. A mirakulint teszteljük, az anyagot, amitől papíron minden savas és savanyú édessé válik és aminek hatására, négy tesztalkalom is bizonyítja, mindenki üvöltve teszi fel ugyanazt a kérdést életkortól és józansági foktól függetlenül, miután derékig eltűnt a konyhaszekrényben. Izgalmas tabletták, közel sem tudományos vaginateszt, meglepő eredmények. A többi a sípszó után.
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Hello. I am Damage, gonzo journalist, catalyst and an explorer of weird and futurologistic. I also know how to time travel. Yesterday a Chomolungma sized bouncer asked me to ID myself or get shot in the face on the premises (of a 2000+ indietronic party but hey, this is Eastern Europe, anything can happen here) – which irrevocably means I look half my age. (I do.) And as in certain districts of filthy and fuckery-filled Budapest I am still better known as Too Much Coffee Man, caffeine, as it turns out, only makes me look younger. And I visit Skins parties because teenagers doze off pathetically after three beers and I can steal complete endocrine systems using only a pen, a lighter and a depleted phone battery. And nobody will ever notice.

This blog you found is infinitely funnier when I take a godly effort to write anything here and not just repost stuff about off-world and off-beat technology, underground music, heatwaves of any kind and tits. You receive this message because all my godly (and often ungodly) effort goes into finishing the new issue of The Dose, an underground magazine about great music, nice-to-collect info and cyberpunk. Which we denounced a long time ago but sum it up in one word and you get back to neon lights and Asian girls with a server room equivalent of a decent vibrator. I have a team behind me to finish up this magazine. We now all scream blood and listen to Dutch hardstyle in order to be able to wrap everything up. Which is hard. It is 40 centigrades in the shades here. All the parapluies made out of endocrine systems cannot save us. Mental note: no need to buy kitchen grills. Fling the shit outside on the asphalt, snap, instant steak. So we are busy.



I am also working on a book, on the lookout to sell rights to two animated series, doing groundwork for stuff you’ll see later on this year (better to work on it than talk about it) and taking extreme steps to expand the mind of Too Much Coffee Man because this one isn’t big enough anymore.

So hello, readers. This is the mind of a gonzo journalist who stopped aging. We will be back with you on the interwebs shortly.