"...If you are one of those bizarre offshoots of the human species (religous zealot, repressed homosexual straight edger, etc.) who has never had the urge to dabble in the ol' psychedelics, Exist ain't going to make a whole lotta sense to your inexperienced noggin. Lucky for me, I've fried up my temporal lobes like real good and this here disc of craziness is like a 6am bright eyed and bushy tailed home coming. The opening track kicks off with a Pee Wee's Playhouse sample for chrissakes - who else remembers that show but the now teenagers and the older heavy drug users of the early 90s? The members of Exist weren't old enough to be doing illegal substances when Pee Wee was first on the air which is lucky in this case since it means that we get to experience the utter insanity of sensory overkill merged with the frenetic energy of ritalin laced youth.
This is total blender core, as in Sound Forge having a grand mal seizure and getting medieval on your hard drive's UDMAss. Just about everything gets appropriated along the way - stolen breakbeats fist fight with spewing soft synths, a VCR's RCA outs crammed full of 7 movies for 7 days for 7 bucks, thrift store vinyl fetish and VST plugin paranoia. Listening to this evokes the sense of your subconcious rapidly unravelling in front of you while you pound back gin martinis and blister your thumb raw on your PS2. It's a cocktail party in the midst of a burning media circus, there's a definite shit faced hilarity but you can smell burning plastic and things are getting uncomfortably hot.
More than anything else, the sheer density of sounds used is what staggers me. I'm a sampling fiend at times and there just ain't enough crystal meth in the world to keep me going long enough to output something like this. Sonically the material covers territory like it's riding the Concorde, incorporating just about every electronic style you can think of, all in a blatantly punk ass, snotty nosed, beatch manner. Probably the closest comparison would be Black Lung inhaling deeply of the fumes given off by a Shizou VS Rektum (or OLD) basement party. And like this bands discs, that ain't a show you wanna miss. Now pass me that nitrous motherfucker."
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