David Bowie Is Dead

Mark Jenkin (Bait) undertakes a stream-of-consciousness road trip through London in the turblent wake of David Bowie's death.

A relentless dream of ektachromatic consciousness, spanning two decades of black and white ‘progress’ in a single urgent synaptic utterance – this transcendent electronic beat poem leaps impossibly between the end of the line, then and now; moving inexorably towards the vanishing point of its own spontaneous entropy.