The Luddites were 19th-century English textile workers (or self-employed weavers who feared the end of their trade) who protested against newly developed labour-economizing technologies, primarily between 1811 and 1816. The stocking frames, spinning frames and power looms introduced during the Industrial Revolution threatened to replace them with less-skilled, low-wage labourers, leaving them without work. The Luddite movement culminated in a region-wide rebellion in Northwestern England that required a massive deployment of military force to suppress.
Although the origin of the name Luddite (/ˈlʌd.aɪt/) is uncertain, a popular belief is that the movement was named after Ned Ludd, a youth who allegedly smashed two stocking frames in 1779, and whose name had become emblematic of machine destroyers. The name evolved into the imaginary General Ludd or King Ludd, a figure who, like Robin Hood, was reputed to live in Sherwood Forest.
The movement can be seen as part of a rising tide of English working-class discontent in the late 18th and early 19th century. An agricultural variant of Luddism, centering on the breaking of threshing machines, occurred during the widespread Swing Riots of 1830 in southern and eastern England. The Luddites' goal was to gain a better bargaining position with their employers. They were not afraid of technology per se, but were "labour strategists".
Luddite is an EP by the Experimental band Grotus.
Speeding through landscapes stopping for no one
Cutting the air not avoiding the coastline
Don't stop for breath there's no point in breathing
There's dust on your face but it dries up the bleeding
Can you hear me
Are you receiving
Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe
Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY
Scanning the bandwidth frequency skipping
Pinning your hopes on an effigy of yourself
Deus ex machina is the wind that controls you
There's a gun in your mouth but you're frightened to use it
Can you hear me
Do you receive me
Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe
Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY
Watching and waiting nightfall to daybreak
The screeen is your window, white noise and fading
Your sex is your own, gotta make do with yourself
How long have you got, better face the facts there's no one else
Can you hear me
Are you receiving
Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe
Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY