“In the early Eighties, a romance better remembered than relived, the vocoder was the main machine of electro hip-hop, the black voice removed from itself, dispossessed by Reaganomics, recession and urban renewal, and escaping to outer space where there was more room to do the Webbo, where the weight was taken but the odds of being heard were no less favorable.”
(Citerat från s. 22 i Dave Tompkins How To Wreck A Nice Beach, boken om vocoderns dubbla musikaliska och militära historia, som jag just påbörjat.)