Real MF’s don't talk Shit!
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Fuck the System Live Drug Punk Core

GFTB Live Jam Splitter Wolken Recording Session

I make this world a better place by not making music myself.

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if ya' have to shoot-shoot!!!don't talk!!!

Faceless Junkies Deluxe
Fuck the System & all other shit cunts.

A few years from now we’re going to look back on this era of Bandcamp fondly. The craziest motherfuckers in the world are dumping the craziest tracks you’ve ever heard on there and it’s the closest thing I’ve found that replicates the real, tactile experience of crate digging. Some days you get up early and spend all day flipping through shitty “easy listening” records and come up empty. Sometimes you drop in for five seconds and the first record you see is an absolute gem.

It’s all gonna go to shit soon, some people will scoff it already has but they didn’t just stumble across this 10 track album of songs without titles, made by people (I assume…) I’ve never heard of and released without promotion or fanfare – just lurking in the tall weeds and ready to strike.

These border on the experimental side but it’s experiments with acid and I don’t think you can go wrong with that. Acid on Acid is Heaven on Earth Vol 6 is a follow up on albums with titles like Acid Against Police Part 3 and Acid Against Opportunism and most of them take the opportunity to say fuck the system and call people bitches in the liner notes too.

I don’t know – maybe it’s me, maybe you have to grow up spending your time in canvas tents and mud up to your ankles waiting for Hyperactive to come on and pop your fucking eardrums rather than going to school and getting good grades but I could listen to this shit all day long without pause. Tracks like “Untitled 2” and “Untitled 5” sound like a grimy & improvised recording from a live PA; “Untitled 3” and some of the other tracks feel more like clean and thought out studio work. The whole package is dope. These folks have uploaded a huge amount of material; I know what I’m doing this weekend.
Terry Matthew
https://5mag.net/

Real Motherfuckers don't talk SHIT!


Ya' Underground is actually POP!!!!!

"So just who the fuck are these guys? or girls? I don’t know, but since I last wrote about this outfit in the Fall, Faceless Junkies Deluxe have released something like 3 albums, 4 EPs and at least 50 new tracks of analog fuzz and smoldering electronics. Techno 18+ Vol 3 is another 12 tracks of drum machines and squeezeboxes chained together in the belly of some dank European basement and beaten into tune. Each of these are distinct but like the people behind Faceless Junkies Deluxe they’re disguised, hiding in plain sight as just random session captures rescued off old DAT tapes. “Faceless 909 116” is wild – you’d swear you can feel the Holy Ghost getting ready to leap out of you or a demon leap in as it spirals into a loop of snares and kicks and digital wails melting together.

These guys are shoving more work out the door than anyone could market (and they’re not trying to market these things at all) but don’t let that fool you: this is an amazing project, hundreds upon hundreds of tracks by now of one or more people who love the fucked up shit they’re making."
Terry Matthew....https://5mag.net/