K-Country, a video work combining comic book narrative with sound and music in a post Brechtian fusion. As a  32nd Century punk Sci-Fi reimagining of one of Australia’s enduring legends, K- Country offers up an answer to one of life’s eternal questions:  What keeps a MECH alive?

Written: Mark Hobby
Illustrated: Stephen Colloff
Sound/Music: Solange Kershaw

Mark Hobby is a Sydney based writer of comic books and Science Fiction as well as a founding member of the Academy of Imaginative Arts. Stephen Colloff is based in Adelaide and his work has appeared in Pulp Fiction Comic’s Instantaneous Art Exhibition in South Australia and has had work published in the comic anthology, Tango. Together their work has appeared in the bi- monthly Fistful of Comics anthology.

Mark and Stephen have also been working on a variety of different projects including the soon to be released Graphic Novels K-Country and Tommy Templar, Kid Occultist as well as the creation of a web-comic anthology. For details contact mechmail@internode.on.net

They join together with composer, sound artist and Loop Space co-director Solange Kershaw, drawing on her vast audio experience to recontextualise and establish another dimension to the K-Country story.

An EXCERPT from K-Country sound track and EXAMPLE of what it sounds like when MECH’S rage!!

I feel a metal poker against me head and I know this is the end.

The crowd goes mad with cries for righteousness and the end to tyranny. As if they’re fleshin’ entitled to feel wronged. Everywhere they go, everything they touch they just gotta control it.

Dominate it. Crush it.

They made us slaves. And they see our freedom as an injustice. That’s just fleshin’ mental. Power is what they crave and its bitter taste is sweetened by audacity. Not my problem they can’t fleshin’ see that.

What? Ya reckon I’m afraid to die? Now ya just thinkin’ like a human.

The metal poker cracks the plating of me metal head, I feel it penetrate deep inside me processor as it sears through.

I feel no pain. Not when you know the rage I know. I look at the fleshin’ bone walkin’ mob with their soft clay like faces and black pitted eyes, their desire for power playin’ like its justice, I see the truth as clear as the K that pumps through me metal body:

Such is Life…