If more mainstream clubbers are willing to sacralize the Teletubby bliss of MDMA, then psy-trance dancers tip their hats to the cosmic reptiles that snicker eternally from the inky depths of psilocybin... our spiritual relation to technologies often takes on the character of a pact, an uncertain alliance... it must march straight through the pixelating doorways of the datapocalypse.
Oh. My. God. Read this. You don't need to know psy-trance, you don't need to know techno, but read this.