sadmanbarty
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you get a lot of bang for your buck with these songs. 4 million things happened in about 8 minutes.
Barty Sticks His Dick In The Electro Acoustic
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great way of putting it.
i think this is similar to what we were getting at in the other threads talking about how electroacoustic is in a certain sense the most psychedelic music around. (whether or not that word fits exactly, but in the sense of altering reality.) approaching that from a new angle.
one way of thinking about sounds that seem to imitate real life / nature sounds might be to think of them as shitty knockoffs. like in a cartoon when someone draws a face with a few squiggly lines on a paper plate and attaches it on a broom to fool another character into thinking its a person.
maybe another (more pretentious, admittedly) way to think about it might be as representing a higher level of reality or something like that. a world where the boundaries between artificial and natural, and maybe even between musical and noise collapse. the sounds are all beeps but sometimes they behave like bird chirps, sometimes like sci fi sound effects, sometimes like abstract gestures, sometimes even like music as we normally know. so the idiom this is made in conveys the classic "everything is made of the same stuff" type revelation. idk lol, just one way of looking at it.
yeh, shows up quite a bit of the anglo prog rock for the hippy dross it is.
luka
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Yeah good work Mackintosh
sadmanbarty
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this begining, the way it keeps folding back in on itself reminds me of post-migos rap. "weaponised anterograde amnesia". the men in black mind swipe. every two seconds the new infomration you've just taken in erased. swiped. gone.
then there's that phyrgian bit that comes in. this sounds like the pungi video i posted on the dancehall thread.
this is what it'd be like to be inside a photo scanner. that pale, sickly white light and some mechanical scanner zipping past repeatedly.
rising pitch. rising tension. higher and higher.
this one's wicked. really, really good.
higher and higher. like just before you have an orgasm and you feel it coming. you go faster and faster. your fance scrunches up. your fingers sqeeze into her. racing. closer. close. uh. uh . aaaaaaaaaaaa iii'mmm cuuuumiiiing!!!!!!!!
this is fucking wicked. this is my favourite song after drake's just hold on we're going home.
oh, wow. now we have that bit where you've done the mane orgasm but you have those follow up pumps that get the rest of the poison out. the bit where you come back to earth after blanking out for a second. you're still shuddering a bit. still spasming, but you're brains are no longer blown out. we'll have cuddles in a second love.
this is a goodun.
dial up sounds now. scanner sounds. routine. mechanised. automated machines. luke's atomisation thread. every part doing its specific job.
it suddenly stopped. so i'll hop off there.
that's definitely the best one. that's actual music. the other ones were just europeans being weirdos. this one made me orgasm. this is ball music. big bulbous balls filled to the brim with spunk and just squriting it everywhere and anywhere.
love that song.
sadmanbarty
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sadmanbarty
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i've literally spunked all over my keyboard. i'm depleted. i got hungarian computer fucked. i literally stuck my dick in the elctroacoustic.
mvuent's got to do some bad boy bashment now.
mvuent's got to do some bad boy bashment now.
well maybe not RIGHT now but there's no way i'd abandon that thread. i'm hooked.
sadmanbarty
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this is what droid hears when he listens to vybz kartel
EmpressJess
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OMG, what’s wrong with you Barty?!:crylarf:
sadmanbarty
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it starts with some German bloke talking. sounds like a grainy old 8mm euro scat film.
ok, found the music. It starts on the planet where they discover the eggs in alien. Wind howls outside.
And then silence. An out breath.
Oh for fuck’s sake, scat man’s back.
Oh that’s ok, his soul’s being put through a blender. The fabric of reality is pixilising in front of his very eyes. The world turns into a million swirling hexagons.
An then he's sludge. Electronic sludge.
power off. Shut down.
Distant reverbarations panning. It makes me aware of the space I’m occupying. It brings it to the front of my mind.
Oop, got all loud again. Robot voices. Enough of that pretentious shit, lets have cool scat porn robots roaming ancient burial crypts.
A cry trhough the walls. Literally in the walls. A mummified, fossilized face made of wallpaper on your wall wailing to you.
Lots of space ships landing and zipping past.
Skrillex robot voice again.
Radio signals. There’s interference. Snatches of airwave chatter. radio free europe.
That’s 7 and a half mintues of that.
That was the most sci fi one yet.
sadmanbarty
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scary Halloween organ, a wolf calls. Lots of toy lazer gun zapping.
Hey proper drums. This could fit on my narcissistic techno thread.
Proper bass line and guitar too. like the cure or something. This is a real song.
Oh I suppose it’s like cluster or somehting. This is coming from a krautrock angle.
It’d be really pretty if not for the simpsons tree house of horror organ.
Krautrock really embraced the plastic world. It made plastic all warm and human. It infantilized it. it’s smooth and ergonomic, not coarse like wood or cold like metal. so the underlying thing does that.
Cluster and to a less effective extent, this song made plastic and rubber something you can be intimate with. It’s like some broken Japanese man who has some sex doll who will never judge him or never emasculate him. Just an inanimate, soft receptor of his love that will never make him feel neurotic or self conscious. It’s music for my ‘the womb’ thread.
Actually listening to that one again, the organ’s alright. Its gone into the backfround now.
sadmanbarty
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this is the cluster thing i was thinking about (the font and flesh colour of the title very much fits into my rubber sex take)
sadmanbarty
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same kettle of fish
i have to thank droid's 1995 jungle thread warping my youtube reccomendations for this one.
i have to thank droid's 1995 jungle thread warping my youtube reccomendations for this one.
sadmanbarty
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the depths of the sea. bubbles from your snorkle. lower and lower. dark shades of blue.
monster sounds. the creatures from the darkest heart of the ocean. they live in darkness and cold. they dwell in terrain yet unexplored by man.
there are murpeople too. grotestesque humanoids with webbed fingers and gills on their necks. drexcia people.
one emerges from an egg screaming. shrieking. the ghosts of drowned souls swarming. invading your thoughts.
that's the first few mintues
the buzz is the tension and the rattling the release. the buzz is annoying and invasive and the rattle's soothing. it's a proxy chord progression in that sense; timbre replacing harmony as the agent of narrative.
those lazer sounds match the cover art. comic books and cartoons.
at 1.37 you get the bass from nrg posse 'themes'
very radio play all this stuff. the mind in absence of musical signifiers hops lazily and subconsciously to it becoming a radio play. you hear marching feet and lasers and heavy metal doors slamming shut and nuclear bomb winds. water being poored and going down the sink.
that finshed at 3.30
mystery and delerium. grandfather clocks melting like a dali painting.
dmt pixies prancing around like disney characters. tweaking the universe. doing the handyman jobs of the universe. tinkering with the fabric of space time. jollily keeping it in check.
tightening screws in your mind, you can hear the cranking of it. the friction of winding metal on metal.
it's all got a fairy dust sheen.
the things the mind does when you're not looking. the chuntering of the subconcious.
4.50 finish.
sadmanbarty
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scat film man's back.
white noise bit. so i must, must, must try not to hear it as radio play wind! try and be cleverer than that!
his voice's come back and then all these weird things are happening. unfortunately i'm not able to do it, but i can see how this could be very psychadelic and potent. temporal subversion. strobe cognition.
but then something like that loony toons "wooooooooo" happens that sounds like wiley kyote faling off the cliff and i can't get out of it.
the thing at 2.35ish is good. again i can hear this sounding like the 2001 stargate to someone. the bit around 3.23 really got me. that was good.
this music's starting to sink in. i'm slowly cracking it.
what if you take the stimuli of the world and don't allow for prioritising it or for pattern recognition or anything? my dad works with peopl with really, reallu profound autism and talks about there inability to prioritise information; the fly on the window, and the dust in the air and your mum talking to you and the leaves blowing outside and each blade of grass are all and each prick in the carpet are all of equal imporatnace. all equally forgrounded. this music is the closest i can come to feeling like it.
this bit around 6.20 very much reminds me of jah shaka's commandments of dub 1. i described that album once as like a theramin in a swamp.
ok, gone silent at 7 minutes.