Mr
Snares is back, this time on Coredump records for another
slice of....well we will have to see.
You
will know what the backing vocals are to this one the second
you hear it, just think Sesame Street and a Pinball table..1,2,3,4,5..6,7,8,9
TEN ELEVEN TWELVE!!!. Picture that lashed up with breakbeat
craziness and draped in a massive metallic cloak causing
the audio to vibrate around like a inside out washing machine,
jutter my brain all up and out. Love it. "Twelve"
is all that, with a robotic arm on top. PO PO PO.
"Where's
bill" takes it down low, through that tiny gap in your
keyboard that you noticed everyday but never managed to
fix. Its dark down here, and crammed with bassy springing
gurn machines, and partially digested vocal slices attempt
to escape from the barrel of fun they are eternally caught
in. Sliding through the darkness you duck stray lazer shots,
riding piggyback on drum cascades on the way to a scaling
pattern party on the back of a falling satellite. Audio
bacteria that turns your ears into chaos. Give me more.
"Absolute smakatrosmic" force feeds you a liquid
diet of power pills whilst constantly telling you that the
computers arent meant to be outside because its raining,
now what are you going to do about it?? I recommend sitting
back, and ingesting the stream of cotton wool igniting atmopshere
coming your way, as there is no escape. Love it.
"punishing2004
ft. mc skm" takes control from the very start with
a hammer boom bassbin drum attack, that hyper propels itself
towards the crowd at crazy speeds with the mission to infect
and destroy. Punishing2004 is a slam smash assault on your
mind, as button pushing ,dial twiddling, head nodding genius,
gets uploaded to your forehead and takes up home. Turn it
up, and run for your tiny life.
"Infolepsy ep" takes you on a journey through
the ever expanding musical outlet that is Venetian Snares.
Not as harsh and machined as other releases, but more aggressive
and twisted than some of his more relaxed affairs. If you
love the more traditional Snares, get in there, surrouned
yourself with speakers and bombdive right in. Head splintering
excellence.
Sam
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