E-A-D-C
- Tim Shaw - Channel Hopping 08:36
Released 10 January 2025 on Opal Tapes (Digital)
The flavour of Enceladus’ sulfur spread was, by all accounts, terrible. It tasted like the inside of a matchboxes, of red dust—a marriage of smoke and regret. And yet, the elites of Earth couldn’t get enough of it. They spread it on toast, crackers, the occasional croissant, and chewed with the solemn reverence of monks eating sacred ash.
It wasn’t the taste they loved. No, not at all. The sulfur had a way of lingering in the mouth, coating the tongue with a bitterness so profound it felt existential. It tasted like the end of the world. Like licking the bottom of a volcano for fun. And that, of course, was the point.
The flavour whispered of danger. It screamed of exclusivity. After all, this wasn’t just any sulfur. It was sulfur from Enceladus, a moon so hostile that even the robots sent to mine it came back traumatised. “Good sulfur,” the elites would say, lips flecked with yellow pastes, “has to taste like it nearly killed someone to get here.”
And so, they ate it. Not because it was delicious, but because it reminded them they could afford to eat something so absurdly, insultingly bad. And they called it sophistication.
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