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| __experimental_arts_coalition________ says "what the fuck? This hurts!" ---- Saboteur Reanimator says "Oh, crap, mommy - Loopy's bringing the noise again!" | |
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| The Violet Collection says "Interesting collage of sounds..." ---- Mungastropolis says "OK, Here's a noisy mosh of a remix of the Shoelace..." ---- Integrated Arts says "This language is not yet understood. From the tongues of interstellar miscreants comes this rapture of metal, unlike other dialogs you may be used to hearing. Chairman Mao sits gloriously upon his red velvet throne; his teeming minions thrust forth a right hand of solidarity in unison, chanting out slogans to wet the appetite of revolution. Chairman Mao smiles inwardly as he plots the next turn of the screw upon his people. Meanwhile, in a subterranean basement bomb shelter left over from the Cold War somewhere in the middle of Indo-China, a lone stargazer locks onto a transmission from the miscreants, who happen to be attempting a translation of the weakened satellite video feed they have captured of Chairman Mao addressing his masses. The stargazer records the transmission on magnetic tape. He is so reluctant to show it to anyone, for fear they deem him insane. Three weeks pass and he throws the magnetic tape into the garbage. His henchman, Arvaruusalus, pretends to take the trash out the following day, but retrieves the tape and sends it to his brother Yamamba, as a present. Yamamba then decodes the magnetic tape, which is now coated with chicken grease, and has an unworldly squelch to it, the effects of greasy chicken residue seeping into the casing of the track. So, what we have here is a Chinese Chicken Proletariat Tape in Tongues. This language is not yet understood. This track is a bit more relaxed than the other two tension teasers Yamamba has out, so we have dubbed this as Track of the Genii #2. You will find very many similar pieces to this interlocking puzzle, namely Stephan Tischler, Rhythm And Noise, Controlled bleeding, and Null. An eerie soundtrack to confuse the senses, one that is generally unclassifiable." | |
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| The Devil's Snotlocker says "My what?!? Oh, ok, "Ya-mamba". Yeah, so ReplOgen and Yamamba began diging their respective holes in Noo Yawk and Nippon, and this is the result of their secret subterranean meeting." ---- Integrated Arts says "Venomous sound torture from Yamamba, yeah, Yomamba. A mechanical march overtakes the Macy's parade, drones snickering in binary while poking holes in the Snoopy and Bullwinkle balloon floats. Spectators run for cover as the REAL Master of Ceremonies stands up and announces to the crowd that everyone has been marked for termination. Mayhem ensues, but meanwhile a dark shadowy visage smiles across the street from Macy's. The president of Neiman Marcus bellows out a sinister howl as he rams the joysticks forward on his remote control. 30 foot diameter servos screech in scraping agony as they rotate and bear down on Santa and his sleigh. We won't take this any further, because we finally enjoyed a good Christmas after two years of terrible ones. Tramples your speakers into the ground, much like Beehead, or Hijo Kaiden." | |
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