They said it was madness to try and cross the sharp rhythms of electronica, the gusto of indie and the libidinal pulse of R'n'B; a travesty of nature! But Supergyre showed them; Supergyre showed them all! To the doors of the laboratory they came on that dark night, an enraged swarm, armed with torches, pitchforks and an ungodly lust for the blood of he who dared to challenge the seemingly immutable boundaries of good-taste. Rain whipped across their cheeks and thunder boomed ominously from ashen clouds. Barricaded within the womb of his diabolical playground, a musician toiled in heated concentration over diodes, wires and valves; sweat glistening on his brow. The final preparations were complete; all that remained was to raise his contraption to the roof! The deafening squeal of animated axles and chains abruptly drove the fingers of his unwelcome visitors to their ears. All heads looked up as a shadowy podium thrust from the summit of the building’s belly and into the sky…A silence, quieter than the dead, descended…Suddenly, like the tongue of the devil himself, a bolt of brilliant neon crackled from the sky! From the podium sparks burst and wept fiery tears. The momentary illumination ceased. Blinded eyes grew re-accustomed to the gloom. Far above them, concealed under a singed veil, a monitor glowed into life and a song began to play…
Supergyre is a one man, one machine, entity spawned from the musical melting pot of Leeds shortly after the turn of the 21st Century. No hardware was harmed in the manufacture of this statement.
