To the young Vandals: You are already considered a public menace, and if you go on, you may be given a distinguished death. But console yourself; better people die on the gallows than in palaces.

We pride ourselves on having made this recording out of whatever rubbish was at hand; and find it amusing that people will complain about it who have allowed their entire lives to be dominated by every kind of rubbish.

The Institute for Comparative Vandalism finds the crazy particularly audible.

The Institute will destroy the prejudice for "well-made" music, and so destroying doctrinaire, academic and soporific values, declaring the phrase "let us return to the old masters" to be hateful, stupid and vile.

The Institute writes this communiqué and we want nothing, and in principle we are against communiqués, as we are against principles.

We distrust unity.

Our oeuvre is a gesture. Every word spoken, every note played, every collage assembled here says at least one thing: that this humiliating age has not succeeded in winning our respect.

What we build is based on the innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

Radical critique through gesture. Avenge Makhno! Occasionally it pays better to fight and be beaten than not to fight at all! Avenge Milly Witkop! Lis tes ratures! We have scarcely begun to make you understand that we don't intend to play the game! Avenge Savio! Pay homage to those who have written works in the ink of action! Avenge Silkwood! Become your own historian! Run into the streets shouting, "REMEMBER VANZETTI!"

... And thus we spoke, "Ever ready!"