HEy what the FUCK!!! I finally finished the GOOFIEST, STUPIDEST most beautiful album i’ve ever made in my life and i had a WHOLE LOT OF FUN doing it. Using only the highest quality novelty soundfonts, overdriven synth textures and obnoxious machine sounds available, the idea behind P.I.S.S. [PHA(S)TBEAT INDUSTRIAL SILLYSTEP] was to emulate the sound of some mangled and mashed bastard-child of a hyperniche musical subgenre which doesn’t actually exist. The other idea behind it was that i thought it woulfd be a fun time to make, and i was right. It came out rly fucking cool and took a long time and i’m proud of it….
1. a whole bunch of dipshit bonus content, including multiple full length TOP SECRET tracks
2. full size high quality cover art by the lovely @goasthed
3. isolated instrumental recordings intended for use as royalty-free producer resources
4. some other cute party favors as well.
U can trade me some money for this thing if you want to, but also, you can just have it for FREE if you want. Thank you so much 4 investing your valuable attention in my dumb art.
I saw a text post on here one time about how there should be a tumblr symphony orchestra and I just think that would actually be really cool. Like we could have a few different ensembles even, just all of the orchestra people and concert band and marching band people etc get together to form a few huge ensembles just for fun like once a year
forgot I was playing for sec and tried to dab because dab controls my life😂 #sundayshredsesh 🎻
ft. the legendary scat of Ella Fitzgerald🎤 singing #onenotesamba performed in 1969. an absolute favorite performance of mine and must watch/listen!! #jazz #violin #jazzviolin #cruemusic #crueisthefuture
Ever think to yourself, “Wow, that 4lung sure does make some pretty OK music, but if only it were a little grosser, grimier, sexier, more dangerous…”?
Well you’re in luck! Because instead of working on commissions like a rational artist who would like to stay alive would, I just finished up a side project I’ve been slowly chipping away at for months, and it’s called:
This tape is an exploration of a whole new style for me, as well as containing the first songs that I have ever used any sort of softsynth for (up to this point i was using soundfonts exclusively, don’t ask me why). It originally started as me trying to make a fistful of spooky downtempo bass-bangers, but i quickly realized that high-energy aural maximalism is something that I can’t escape and have no real desire to. Some of these tracks were crafted as distractions during bouts of intrusive thought or anxious panic, some in headspaces of sexual curiosity, and some just because of sudden ideas that I thought would be fun.
So here it is, 8 tracks of murderously dancable, non-academically composed mischief, straight from my brain to your ear with a big ugly smooch.
As always, feel free to name your price (including free). Hope u enjoy,
Renowned audio technician and progressive compositional mastermind @sonysportswalkman (a.k.a. my gay girlfriend) and I are a band now, officially, and we’re making an album. Here is a prime sample of our translesbian musical stylings in action, bon apetit
A Kimya Dawson cover for those who miss watching Juno every weekend and wish to relive the feeling of angst that radiates from this song, kinda like we do.
released 02 March 2015
Loose lips might sink ships but loose kisses take trips To san francisco, double dutch disco, Tech tv hottie, do it for scotty Do it for the living and do it for the dead Do it for the monsters under your bed Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and We won’t stop until somebody calls the cops And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that Nothing ever happened We won’t stop until somebody calls the cops And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that Nothing ever happened We’re just dancing, we’re just hugging, Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging On the sleeve of how it used to be How’s it gonna be? I’ll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house And know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams And we’ll pray, all damn day, every day, That all this shit our government has got us in will go away While we strive to figure out a way we can survive These trying times without losing our minds So if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU And if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU And if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead Send me an IM, I’ll be your friend Shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams Are seeming more and more worth fighting for So I’ll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation And I’ll say FUCK COPS AND FUCK THIS WAR My war paint is sharpie ink and I’ll show you how much my shit stinks And ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful They think we’re disposable, well both my thumbs opposable Are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score We won’t stop until somebody calls the cops And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that Nothing ever happened We won’t stop until somebody calls the cops And even then we’ll start again and just pretend that Nothing ever happened We’re just dancing, we’re just hugging, Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging On the sleeve of how it used to be