Weep or gnash thy teeth, but do not lo nor behold, for its sight turns tides and melts flesh. The beast has risen from the murky depths, its arrival heralded by a terrifying bloop, and with it came the unholy hymns that remained obscured by the thalassic deeps for . . . several years.

Though their names ought never be spoken, their titles were clear as soon as the malevolent sonance carried along the wind, and into the minds of the innocent: Walking On Sunshine (revised), From Clot To Crust, From Squirt To Dust, Choo Momma R Teh Fatteh, The Adult Bile Sock Will Eat You When You Sleep, I Cry Bile, The Blister On My Eye, Damn These Beats and Walk Tall, My Man.

It was then clear that there was no God to have mercy on our souls.

Yup, it’s the song that everyone has been waiting - nay - pining for: the wacky tale of that gosh-darned Sputnik 3’s bogus adventure, which lasted from 1958 to 1960, expressed through instrumental merriment.

Sputnik 3’s Failure To Record The Van Allen Radiation Belts, Its Lethargic And Uncaring Response To Said Failure, And Subsequently Its Nearly Two Years Of Indifferent Yet Merry Orbit (2:56 / 192kbit MP3 / 4,03 MB)

Slow pace, loud bass. I suppose it borders on hip-hop here and there, but I think I avoided the whole getting jiggy with it thing. This one came together pretty quickly, and while I doubt it shows up noticeably in the song, it is a product of having watched the movie Across The Universe. The title is of course a reference to Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. (which I’ve always thought to be a cool name - my history of playing MUDs showing, perhaps), but is not a comment on the artist in question - I am not all that familiar with his music.

Get Corpse. Wear Corpse. Die. (3:40 / 192kbit MP3 / 5,03 MB)

This one has been in the making for quite some time, and when it was finished I forgot all about it for a few months. I guess a whoops! is in order. While working on it, the wall-of-sound that the roaring (fake) guitars put forth reminded me of Weezer’s Devotion, and as a result I quite liked the sound.

Also, As Ulcer I Saw An Oyster (4:52 / 192kbit MP3 / 6,70 MB)

Another episode in the never ending quest to combine roaring guitars - if digital replacements for the real thing - along with rock and metal rhythms with electronicity. Whether it really classifies as industrial I don’t quite know, but but I generally settle for the term when I mix said genres. Though it’s a short one, I was quite satisfied with how it turned out. As digital as it is, it really does rawk.

Putrid Purist (2:27 / 192kbit MP3 / 3,37 MB)

Back in 2005 my friend Kim asked me to make a song for her website (or treehouse). Instead, I made five instrumental songs for her, all running along a tree-like theme. It was my first and, so far, only attempt at making several songs along the same theme, and I was quite pleased how it turned out, though I may revisit them one day whilst wearing my remixer’s goggles.

Leaves Twirl (2:29 / 128kbit MP3 / 2,28 MB)
And Around Thre Trunk We Go (2:07 / 128kbit MP3 / 1,94 MB)
The First Stem (2:08 / 128kbit MP3 / 1,96 MB)
From Branch To Branch (3:21 / 128kbit MP3 / 3,08 MB)
Wind Through The Willow (4:48 / 128kbit MP3 / 3,81 MB)

Spitballin’ was (and still is) to be the first installment of a set of house tracks named Fat Girl Stretch Pants, though as of yet it is the only one that I deemed decent and/or complete enough to release. Who knows, maybe one day it’ll be joined by a couple of siblings.

Spitballin’ (6:27 / 192kbit MP3 / 8,86 MB)

I covered this song, originally written and performed by Phoebe Taylor, as a birthday present to her. I have the original available for download as well, with her permission, so it is possible to to check them both out and (hopefully) enjoy the stark contrast between her gentle, atmospheric piano instrumental against my synthetic attempt at electrification. As a rule, I avoid remaining true to the sound of the original song when I make a cover.

There are very few songs I made that were as difficult to put together as this one, as I covered it by ear, but then there are very few songs that, in the end, were as gratifying as Dead White Rose.

Dead White Rose (Cover by Flaterectomy / 5:49 / VBR 160kbit MP3 / 6,67 MB)
Dead White Rose (Original by Phoebe Taylor / 3:44 / 128kbit MP3 / 3,41 MB)

Hooray! After a small vacation where the website was replaced by a bleak and saddening temporary page, the masses may now rejoice as the possible glory of Wordpress has graced that small dead-end appendix of the global series of tubes which houses flaterectomy.penguihost.com.

More songs will be added to the list soon, and hopefully a couple of new ones will rise up from the abyss as well.