Allegedly, this is what the US Psyops played Noriega (not the rapper) to flush him out. And then this.
[via Azeem Azhar. Though Azeem's wrong - Sabbath's War Pigs is a choon]
Where can I get a job as this kind of Reverse-DJ? (I'm quite qualified, capable of clearing any dancefloor within seconds, as 'friends' will testify). Will we have crack squads (on crack) of finely-honed sound artists deployed by the military in future, capable of solving any little local difficulties with a laser burst of Ryoji Ikeda piercing the mayhem caused by preliminary carpet bombing Emerson Lake & Palmer's Tarkus? A dash of Porter Ricks to alleviate a sense of overwhelming ennui induced by T'Pau? An aural pincer movement of circling AH-64's blaring Charles Ives versus ground troops armed with Dancettes of Tangerine Dream? Dirty bombs constructed out of Geoff Love welded to Christian Marclay, peppered with handbag house and math rock. All a bit Morrison really, isn't it?
