"Weird dudes jamming synths. Alone. Social Problems. Problems. Recorded late into the night. Fucking A. That is the business, right there. Check "Ze Wormnest" or Matthew Young for bleary eyed-no-fan sound destruction. Shit is just creepy-gets under your skin. While most noise youth get their chocolate fingers lost in gadgetry and posturing-something about a synth jam that's just.... Human ... humanly wrong. But fucking right. Right on Hive Mind. Out of some strange comic miasma emerged this hulking thing known for playing in corners or under black sheets with short fingers churning out cosmic tales of bass heavy sheets of molten alien sound cut with xray pirate eyes. Dude is some serious Michigan shit. This sound-injecting terrorist is crew to all the like minded and total jag-off MI underground weirdo brethren's. I think he soaked his pyramid genitals in ice cold antifreeze to get where "Death Tone" lives in underwater-cave life. Jamz are just lurking around your chest buzzing like a Mike Tyson bee until a nuclear war-spear goes directly into your chest leaving your breath exchanged for Korean X-Files future creature Autopsy scenes. I've been to Roswell, shit is creepy, even at Pizza Hut, mid day. None of my crew jamz synths, some dabble but don't have the slomo overbite terror vision of my man Hive Mind." (label info)
in stock | US| 2005| vg+/vg+| HANSON RECORDS | 6.00

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