everyone hates me, find out why, listen to my noise garbage
join me, in the comedy of hate
everybody must get down. we are in a bank as a man holds us at bay with a shotgun and tells us to get down. we have no choice but to dance, because the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. someone is apparently playing some kind of 8bit arcade game rhytmically throughout the entire debacle.
zardoz speaks to his chosen ones over tribal drumming. one of his desciples has a 303 and an 808.
repackaging samples and sounds from real world instruments and voices as soulless electronic garbage, hapbt tries to create a purely synthetic, sci-fi artifice, which you can enjoy and relax in without being bothered by those stressfull components of your mind.
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