When: Fri., Dec. 4, 8 p.m. 2015
We will one day be having sex with robots. If you’re not having sex with a robot currently, know that there will be a time when the Pocket Pussies, Fleshlight Cyborgs and AutoBlows seek out their ideal partner. As the artificial intelligence of your keychain vagina grows, will it not look to, if not a potentially more suitable partner, at least a variety of partners for maximum satisfaction of itself or said partner? Where will we turn when our Porta-Pus just isn’t feeling it anymore? These are the questions that come to mind when I am listening to The Octopus Project, a band that relies so heavily upon electronic sound formations and master(bate)s them with such dexterity and skill it inspires such robo-inquiries. When your iLove inevitably leaves you for another, droid or humanoid, where does the modern techno-infused biped turn for solace? In what art do we escape the pangs of automaton affliction or digital despair? The Octopus Project provides the answer in their humanistic blips, bloops, whizzes, whirs and their extensive encyclopedia onomatopoeia, their lexicon of love for the 21st century hominid.