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So we're trying out (imaginary)synthesizers and such to make music from scratch, rather than by wrecking other peoples music.  Don't know much about mixing, so we didn't really try to.

Charles it.

Manson Beep Cave No - Mix Bounce B

I don't mess with social media, but I'm stricken with nostalgia and verbosity.  I put this thing together probably fifteen years ago in what feels like another persons life.  At the time I thought of this as the rhythm bed, and I was going to add some sort of big thematic statement, but I didn't leave any room, so too bad me.   Also I went nuts and stopped writing music for about a decade.

This is from the golden age when I was crazy but not debilitated and totally obsessed with my ESi-32!  (That's an old hardware sampler, btw) I sampled storm drains, bicycle parts, peristalsis (put condoms on mic and aimed for gut intra-vaginally) anything  I could get hold of (aurally.)  Especially tiny quiet sounds.  Unfortunately I only recorded all my final work to a couple of audiocassettes.  One disappeared, and the other is sitting in a ziploc in a drawer, after having been garbled horribly for the nth time by aggressive tape decks. Fortunately, just before the end I got my mitts on a mini Disc recorder and that's the only reason this still exists.  

This one was sort of an etude for figuring out what I could do with modulation, so you won't hear much vag in it.  The drums are (mostly) 1-or-2 hit snippets of a couple of Howlin' Wolf records.  I think for the cheese bag scratchey samples I was winding open reel tape around on the monolithic decks up at CITR (the local college station.)  The WONDERFUL honk-y squeek-y instrument throughout was a thing I cooked in SoundForge and modulated with two expression pedals and my long lost postie friends cheap-and-nasty-seeming but remarkably expressive (I've no clue how to play a wind instrument, aaaand I was probably drunk) Casio Pretend Saxophone Controller.

And those birds (mostly) were these little fuckers just outside my bedroom window who began their 'singing' daily at 0300.  I almost shot at them a couple of times with a pellet pistol.

Ah, youth.

Solar Zero Two

So I decided to add another genre to the endlessly breeding 4/4 dance music scene:   GREYCORE (!)

Greycore is like shitty low pile grey corporate carpet but HARDCORE!

Defining features include:
-Loads of bus processing and fancy gestural effects
-Wide and evolving pads and drones, punctuated with dry stuccato accents.
-Broad harmony heading toward the chromatic, at the least not sticking well to any single key.
-A sense of stasis, very sparing propulsion from drums or bass.  Hits hang in space and just die.
-Lots of colorful accents and filigree.
-Big open spaces against splashes of chaotic complexity.
-Drifting and ambiguous pitch.

Think of a really pretty and interesting package containing a neutrally flavoured and worthless "snack food" that MIGHT or MIGHT NOT contain trace amounts of LSD, or speed, maybe.

This is sort of a sampler of the genre, with various moods touched on briefly.  There's even a part for old broken robots to walk joyfully.

I'm thinking that greycore kids would all write in 733t 5p34k out of some vague nostalgia, or atavistic style.

Greycore Sample (a)

The (presently) definitive greycore track.  The nightmare mongrel spawn of uptight avant-garde snootiness and low-brow four-on-the-floor disco.  Ponderously sprightly whimsical brutality.

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