“…then, and only then, does the royal king’s court bloom, yielding its blossoms to the stars’ watchful gaze, roots pulling gently from the fertile ground below, and as the raindrops land onto bud and leaf and grass, he steps out and dances.”

Starlit Dance of the Thistle King (4:12 / 192kbit MP3 / 5,76 MB)

This is the sound you hear when you fly in your dreams.

An Affable Air Castle (3:25 / 192kbit MP3 / 4,70 MB)

This is a poem that Phoebe gave me at the same time as Innocense, and I figured that sticking beats underneath it would be a nice gift. Happy birthday!

A Dead Woman’s Shoes (Flaterectomy Remix) (2:10 / 192kbit MP3 / 2,98 MB)

Phoebe gave me a recording of her poem Innocense and I had to go and throw fake instruments at it. The result is a lot more vocals than usual, and that’s a good thing.

Innocense (Flaterectomy Remix) (2:30 / 320kbit MP3 / 5,74 MB)

Hearken to its wail. Give heed to the baying beneath the black waves. Merriment ensues.

47°9′S, 126°43′W (1:58 / 192kbit MP3 / 2,70 MB)

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
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)