An interview with Aidan Hughes for the industrial music magazine
This atrocity is planned to go up opposite where I was raised on Merseyside. This motley collection of dildos, salt cellars and maintenance shafts resembles an oil refinery out of the Jetsons. Plug fucking ugly.
The upside of the whole thing is that, hopefully, it won’t see the light of day and will be added to the ever-towering heap of unrealized architectural proposals that have threatened Liverpool’s classical skyline in the last 50 years. In my home town of New Brighton, they planned a retro apartment block that not only blocked out the river view for everyone else but was also threatened by the slightest high tide. Eventually, it was dropped because a local councillor had omitted to put the project out to tender and had enlisted a company whose track record had used similar tactics in the past to get commissions. When these Masons get together, why don’t they stay sober until they’ve got things properly worked out? Then, at least, they might put some people into work and rejuvenate one of the poorest areas in the UK instead of endlessly formulating plans that will never see fruition.
I am incensed by these people.
Why? Because they disrespect the work of other artists, namely the hard-working, seldom-rewarded architects who trained long and hard to do what they do. A large percentage of them barely get to design a bus stop so actually getting a building up (once its gone by the endless building regulations, tenants association suggestions and health and safety redesigns) is a miracle. To see a building in its model form is a wonder to behold and anyone who has sat in an architects office during a design meeting will have experienced the thrill that these new projects exhude. But once up, the nasty pubic fuzz of graffitti render it powerless and obsolete, a reminder of just how culturally barren our society really is.
And, as a culture vulture living here in Prague, it is a double obscenity for me to see the ruin of mediaeval architecture by these vandals.
People come and go, but our colossal achievements in architecture stand the test of time and mirror our society as a whole. In the future, civilisations that uncover our present temples will be saddened at the mockery our youth made of them and the men and women that built them.