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This one is peculiar :| I call it Very Angry Ad/Hd Glitch Music

I found this genre called Extratone which focuses on absurdly high tempos. It can be something like 15 000bpm so of course I wanted to try it out! I wanted it to be hardcore so I just took a BMTH sample and started to make it go faster and faster and faster until I got this sweet experimental noise track :D

The tempo in this track varies from 500 to maybe over 100 000. (I lost count at some point)


My albums selection for the next week …be curious searc , listen and buy !

- V/A : Visiones de la catástrofe - Documentos del Noise Industrial en el Perú (1990​-​1995)

- Arturo Ruiz del Pozo :  Composiciones Nativas

- Mei Zhi Yong : China’s Steel

- Pan Sonic : Atomin Paluu

- Pacific 231 : Ethnicities

- Tor Lundvall : The Park

- Helm & Decimus : We Will Meet At Other Human Parties

- Eric Aldea : Saturno O Cipolla ?

- BJ Nilsen & Z’ev : 22′22

- Spor : Is Today Tomorrow ?

RAGING ABSURD: The Empirical, Egoless Sounds Of Girl Band

Imagine if you will: An army of your childhood ailments (ear infections, rashes, fevers, broken bones) taking hold of the contents of your long abandoned toy chest, then charting a course for your destruction. It’s like Clive Barker’s Toy Story. Such a sight requires a soundtrack to match it, and who better to further propel this nightmare than the Dublin noise outfit Girl Band (made up of four lads).  

Going off like a hopscotching firebomb over the heads of your most dear loved ones, Girl Band’s LP debut “Holding Hands With Jamie” provides perfect insight into the young band’s (non) philosophy: While their songs are not light fare, these guys are here to have serious fun. It’s music first, in all its purest, sloppiest, but most assured and experiential forms. For this kind of music has to be felt, not thought. It has to be all action, and not led by one’s ego. If there is an agenda to Girl Band it is that of the absurd. Vocalist Dara Kiely, like a wounded dog in combat, snarls and sneers his absurdist lyrics across the nuclear bombardment of his bandmates’ instruments. You never quite know what he’s saying, but it seems important as to be beyond words. What matters is the delivery of it, the force of it; what you are hearing, not what you are hearing him say. In other words, what you are feeling and experiencing.

The experiences on “Holding Hands With Jamie” are nothing less than sacred  bombardments of the soul, about as aggressive and freeing as a Swans album, but far less heavy than the throbbing folds of that Michael Gira led outfit. These songs will stick with you, but they won’t weigh you down. Nor will their dissonance throw off your alignment. If anything they’ll make you dance; dance towards such an extreme purity, as to be your whole self, beaming like a bastard in the dark.

You can see what I mean by giving their music video for ‘Paul’ a watch/listen.