This ear-piercing ambient piece was made in 2003, part of a release called Ultraviolet. I was listening to a lot of Terre Thaemlitz at the time, particularly Soil.
I put this ambient track together back in 2003 during one of many sleepless nights, as part of a larger release called Threads. After listening to it again, I liked its hypnotic lull enough to want to share it here, and I hope it rewards your patience.
A little noisy, a little groovy. It's got breakbeats, wailing guitars and nasty feedback. It reminds me of a cross between Moby and Flying Saucer Attack, hence the name. There are a lot of interesting automation things going on here.
Emperor ZiLOG said, "Cough up another quarter, kid." Who was I to refuse the galactic imperative?
Brittle, flittering, skittering, algorithmic monochromatica — with a bit more color towards the end.
spit, n. 1. a. The fluid secreted by the glands of the mouth, esp. when ejected; saliva, spittle; a clot of this.
A chunkier, clunkier version of Ohming with a coolcat intro thrown in, just for laughs. Hey, why not?
I love evolving a feeling or a story out of feedback. This uses the free DFX Transverb plug with Ableton Live, where I set up various send channels to feed on and eventually destroy each other.