Moving towards the pulsebeat/Everybody's industrial nowadays

[hirez]

There's a road sign decorating my cube @ work. No-one had batted an eyelid.

As mentioned by asw909 yesterday, there's an INDUSTRAIL(tm) festival at the Bierkeller in November. The 18th, from memory, which is a Sunday. Since it seems to be proper German INDUSTRAIL(tm), with angry baldy-men shouting something impenetrable over the sound of an unfortunate workshop accident, I shall potter along and stand at the back with pre-deployed earplugs.

For one reason or another, I was given to wonder what Dalek Industrial would be about. Stairs and the perils of monocular vision, no doubt:

I 'ad that Doctor-bloke in the back of my spaceship once.
Bastard! Bastard!
Pissing about on a damp planet
Mud gets in your sprockets
Do the Dalek proletariat get forcefields?
Do they buggery
Invade this
Exterminate that
Never mind the bloody stairs
Are there stairs in your house?
I blame Ken Livingstone
Inventor of stairs
Limbed oppressor of the Dalek working class
Four legs good!
No legs shite!
Four legs good!
No legs shite!
Stereoscopic vision?
What's that all about
Come the glorious revolution
We'll poke an eye out with a stick
And then exterminate you
Ha!

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[snork] All accompanied by a sound, as of a lumpy tin inverted ice cream cone tumbling down a very long flight of stairs ...