T.A.Z.

When in the rave parties, the hardnoisemusic starts to sound, and the ketamine-people put his head into the loudspeakers, I prefer stop to dance, and play outdoor some stupid game and forget the music. But, after the pan:core discovering, alone, in my room, my mind opens to the ugly sounds, to the noise, because always there is something (techno rythm?)that changes my point of view. pan:core is more than hardcore, more than noise, perhaps dirty naked screaming poetry.
Excuse me for my inarticulated english, and thank you pan for your music, that open horizons on me