The Devol takes on many forms, and even the weakest link strengthens the chain. Don't be fooled by promises of a kinder, strofter nation from the Evil energies of the Digital Music Business, the endless supply of so-called "glitch music," and the laptop jockeys who live in the past along with our leaders. A record distributor lays crouched behind every bank teller's window across the land.

It's time to de-value the strange pursuit of commodities and oversized novelty foam hands announcing whose team is #1. We're all in for the big lose together. To help us march down that road of de-valuation, I am happy to announce that Prof. Thaemlitz has emerged from the lab with yet another worthless addition to the Rubato piano series, "Oh, no! It's RUBATO." She's the man with a plan, his finger pointed at DEVO. Now they must sacrifice themselves that many others may live. Okay, they've got a lot to give. Hop off the band wagon and lend your ears to DEVO de-evolved, out of sync, jerkin' back'n'forth, not necessarily beautiful but mutated.

Every spud and spudess must repeat
Q: Are we not men? A: We are DEVA!
Three cheers! We're yellin' again. Three cheers! We'll be at it to the end.