NOIZE DOOD INTERNMINT CAMPES - C./D?@!??~!

(Sigh) Yep, that's really the title. Probably not a good sign when the press sheet looks like one of those letters from Son of Sam. Anyway, after enduring the ass-reaming agony of the Forcefield record, I had to see if these, er, Load label people maybe had a single, unfortunate lapse in judgment by releasing that full album's worth of head-splitting feedback and synthetic flatulence. But no. In fact, I'd swear this was the same band. I hate even using "band" in this context. The idea that a single word, thought, or cent is ever exchanged between actual humans over this nonsense just blows my fuckin' mind. If infants could talk, they'd ask you to turn this off. I'm all for the DIY thing, and if someone enjoys it, God bless 'em. But if you care about little things like melody, a beat, any discernable sense of purpose whatsoever, and not having to see if your stereo's broken, keep lookin'. To quote an old joke, this record wasn't released, it escaped. (Joe Coughlin)

"Load" records, indeed. This is some haw-haw collective of performance-art types, wearing throw rugs and mop-wigs on the cover, playing oscillators, loops and video game sound effects, and it sucks harder than a two-dollar crack whore. The first "number" is a one-note synth fart, held for a solid minute. And it's the best thing on here. There are long stretches that sound like leaky faucets, tests of the Emergency Broadcast System, and elderly people coughing up hairballs. Six tracks and twenty minutes in, you finally hear a beat, not that a beat could redeem this catastrophe. Almost looks like they're selling it as a sci-fi concept album, but there are no vocals or liner notes, and even the press sheet is one big, pointless Fuck-You to the general public. They list fake names (smart move), and thank a buncha people with fake names too. These guys should learn that the bigger the in-joke, the less funny it is. To think that they actually sat around attaching song titles to this puddle of misery is mind-blowing. Someone sank big money into the thing, but there's no way that even the band members listen to it. Helen Keller could make a better record in her sleep, and she's dead. Honestly, these people should be ashamed. (Joe Coughlin)

this is going to be an ongoing workshop featuring guest speakers. the first one is christopher forgues, aka kites...he will have a chance to talk about and maybe demonstrate things he has made, and everyone is encouraged to bring things they are working on. we can share information, help each other out, or just plain show off...you should still come even if you are just curious about circuit bending and building your own stuff. see you there,
sasha

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