06/07/2022
Oral tradition, dating back to the earliest times of Aotearoa, tells of a creature that radiated beneath the ocean's surface, wreaking havoc on the high seas. Creeping out from below, like magma seeping from cracks in the seabed, Moana's reaper weighed heavily on the minds of god-fearing coastal townships.
Said to inhabit the deepest trenches in the murkiest channels, weary sailors were to beware, for these were the signs of certain demise; a hypnotic echo resonating from the depths, a strobing effervescence flaring against the muted tones of green and grey. Unsuspecting sea goers bound in a trance and lured from the safety of their vessels into the unknown.
However, over the ensuing centuries, with humankind's industrious advancements smothering nature's voice, sightings and stories of the mythical being began to wane. And, much to our ancestors' comfort, the siren's legend disappeared from the zeitgeist…
Until now.
In the year 2022, tales of uncanny similarity to those told aeons ago grip the nation. Motor vehicles plough through shopfronts. Workplaces endure max exodus. Productivity ground to a halt, and the economy along with it, as a frenzy of colour, energy and ancient rhythm lures unsuspecting civilians into the caverns of modern-day - alleyway bars, brew kitchens and underground nightclubs.
After generations of oppression, nature's voice is heard, and chaos has arrived on these innocent shores once more. With it, the oral tradition of old has been reignited, foretelling the second coming of the siren.
Harnessing the alluring trance of techno, rave, jungle and breakbeat married with strobe and laser, weary ravers must beware, for these are the signs of changing times. Beware the Orange Roughy.
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