In the years that I've been exploring the experimental music scene I have never seen an act so anti-intellectual, so bangy-bangy, so utterly nihilistic as F-Space.

You know, not everyone has an adolescent fixation with large pieces of poorly-built machinery that break repeatedly during performance (in addition to constituting a "class 3 firehazard" - has the fire marshall approved your set?). Not everyone enjoys the sound of colossal towers of rhythm, the chromatic dirge of over-reverbed guitars, or the spectacle of billowing clouds of flame.

While there is a "drama" to your performance, it is a drama that stems from and is programmed by the conflict/resolution dichotomy which always already saturates the liminal spaces of media. When I watched you guys hammer and pound I kept asking myself "Where is the transcendence? Where is the love?"

Led Zeppelin of noise, indeed. I'm afraid that Robert Plant knew all-too-well the lesson you still need to learn as a band. I recommend that you closely listen to the lyrics of "All of My Love" to see what I mean.

I would also recommend that you all quit the "music" profession and either become roadies for a monster truck rally or high school shop teachers.