Lullaby’s from an Unlanguaged Underneath. by Wormhook

Content spits in the face of creativity, laying bare by its linguistic distinction from art its essential failure as a means of human expression. As algorithms and AI close in, proving their superiority to humans in the process of so-called “content creation,” art like Lullaby’s from an Unlanguaged Underneath. by Wormhook stages the last stand for biological consciousness. Outsider art in every sense of the word, this bizarre collection of homespun ballads, abstract noise, and semi-danceable electronica strikes at our emotions in ways so intuitive and absurd that no machine could have ever followed suit. In a perfect, polished, overstimulating media landscape, the most subversive possible art skews extremely minimal, tender, fragile, underproduced, and personal. The resulting creation will never feel the algorithm’s winds in its sail, will never trend or go viral, but the irrevocable human fingerprint on every facet of its construction conveys an honor and a value which will only go increasingly scorned. In form, execution, attitude, message, and meaning, Wormhook produces something fleshy, human, relatable, frightening, and ultimately revolutionary.