Liara T’Soni is tracking down the mysterious Shadow Broker, and no one is safe. She’ll do anything to recover the man the Broker kidnapped… and the Shadow Broker’s agents will do anything to stop her. Team up with Liara and chase clues from the luxurious heights of Illium to the Shadow Broker’s own secret lair. Adds the Shadow Broker intel center, new research, and five new achievements – and the chance to continue a relationship with Liara.

After some eight months of feeling all hyped up about the next most amazing space epic, it’s time to actually buy a DLC, spank The Shadow Broker and bounce everyone out the airlock just once. It is 800 MS points, it is on and time for me to get offline and actually disappear for a few days to complete those missions as well. Among other things. Yes. Lair of the Shadow Broker will keep us fresh and sober.

When she sang for The Curfew, Hollis Henry’s face was known worldwide. She still runs into people who remember the poster. Unfortunately, in the post-crash economy, cult memorabilia doesn’t pay the rent, and right now she’s a journalist in need of a job. The last person she wants to work for is Hubertus Bigend, twisted genius of global marketing; but there’s no way to tell an entity like Bigend that you want nothing more to do with him. That simply brings you more firmly to his attention.

Milgrim is clean, drug-free for the first time in a decade. It took eight months in a clinic in Basel. Fifteen complete changes of his blood. Bigend paid for all that. Milgrim’s idiomatic Russian is superb, and he notices things. Meanwhile no one notices Milgrim. That makes him worth every penny, though it cost Bigend more than his cartel-grade custom-armored truck.

The culture of the military has trickled down to the street—Bigend knows that, and he’ll find a way to take a cut. What surprises him though is that someone else seems to be on top of that situation in a way that Bigend associates only with himself. Bigend loves staring into the abyss of the global market; he’s just not used to it staring back.

And the latest book of cyberpunk / atemporality social commentator, mastermind and grand patriarch William Gibson entitled Zero History is available now, so our minds are filled with sorrow and despair about just how much we have to wait until the postal service finally gets it to our doorstep. But we order it anyway with the boldest of clicks. (order it from amazon)

The Duke of ROCK, Karl Zoog Learmont of Angelspit is back with another septuplet (yes) of interview videos with Twist magazine, nice ideas about how interview is conducted, lighted, cut and gapped with all the gorgeous filth noise going haywire. I’ve linked the second part of the interview above, but you can start out with the first one here or check this playlist link for all seven parts.

And while we’re at it, pre-order their new remix CD Larva Pupa Tank Coffin from their webstore Black Pill Red Pill ’cause it totally ROCKS.

Yes. One of Hungary’s best and most prominent DJs, DJ Palotai rocking out in Nevada in the heat of the counterculture’s shiniest fest, Burning Man. Curious to hear his set he played there, anyone care to share? (via @_moire)

The Birthday Massacre releases their new music video In the Dark off their forthcoming album Pins and Needles, due 17th of September with a slight touch of The Ringu and The Cure’s Lullaby. Enjoyable and Chibi & Co. has grown only better with their bittersweet violet-striped-and-polkadotted fairy goth pop.

Hello. I am The Damage and this is already September, autumn time, Earth. I am six coffees into the day and the creative process has decided to whore itself out on the streets, stoning ideas to death in the cold and bringing them to me, de-furring them, then placing them raw on my plate for idea sushi time. I am obviously threatened by forces of authority to keep deadines sacred and idea sushi time doesn’t look like it’s gonna come soon. The creative process is giving blowjobs somewhere in Latvia, according to the Google Latitude I use in these dreary times. Until it comes back, I am playing albums I didn’t realize I will ever need, but such is life. It is a time of weird interference when I mix one of the greatest modern Irish stand-up comedians, Dylan Moran and one of the most perfect martial industrial/dark ambient album I’ve ever heard, Absinthe: La Folie Verte by Blood Axis & Les Joyaux de la Princesse. The original video is below but I dare you to click this link to get to the weird YouTube Doubler. It has irony, sadness and lots of eggs.

Zola Jesus is Nika Roza Danilova, an opera-trained caterwauler from Madison, Wisconsin who makes noise music that scrapes and glistens in equal measure. She loves Ian Curtis and Lydia Lunch, and their uncompromising tendencies can be heard throughout her bruising, beautiful recent album, The Spoils. (…) (She’s also a member of Former Ghosts, the latest project from This Song Is a Mess But So Am I’s Freddy Ruppert, which also involves Xiu Xiu’s Jamie Stewart.) (zola jesus myspace, via pitchfork, image via hplusson)

Australian cyberpunk in the spotlight again! A PDF zine with two free issues to download, MACHETE GIRL is a good up-and-coming project with a good eye for urban girl eyecandy and fashion and all the first/second generation cyberpunk themes – this second issue (above) is taking a dive into transhumanism, for example – and even if they barely scratch the surface, they surely offer articles that will make interested readers dig deeper. Being a zine editor myself, I can only congratulate them for the stuff they do – making a countercultural zine is always very fun and very hard at the same time. But the effort is there. Appreciate the effort and download Machete Girl. Did I mention they have nice dailykawaii ladies? (machetegirl.com)

Look what the kat dragged in: our newest find in the shop, [big dose] energy drink, colorharmonizing with the latest cover. And by the way, buy our latest issue for 4 euros and get lots of hints about Parisian (and French) alternative and counterculture, all in gonzo. (www.thedosemag.com)

Hétfőtizenhárom, újra szívcsúcson csap a berlini/globális anarchialöket, újra összeáll a leghangosabb, legzajosabb, legdühösebb és legstroboszkópfényesebb lázadóexpressz, az ATARI TEENAGE RIOT. A frontember Alec Empiret már sikerült párszor mikrofon mögé szorítani, a legutóbbi pesti etapnál mintha már jóval visszafogottabb és pozitívabb lett volna. Régen még azt vettük le sokan a zenéből, hogy le kell rombolni mindent, hogy újra lehessen építeni, aztán inkább az lett belőle, hogy meg kell változtatni a dolgokat a gyökereiknél, de elvtestvére, Zan Lyons londoni film- és zeneművész összerakta tíz év után az első ATR-videoklipet és egyértelműen látszik belőle, hogy a nemdestroy változtatáshoz is kell az, hogy a mélyládák előtt ketten csapjanak tüdőn könyökkel félfordulatból. Gyönyörű, vegytiszta tisztítótűz lesz a Trafóban. Mi megyünk. (via trafo.hu)