(There are no spoilers in this review.)
So I finally broke down and purchased a copy of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. My love of Tom McCarthy’s Remainder prompted me to scour the internet for “mind bending literature,” the results of which invariably pointed me in one direction.
If you’ve ever loved jungle, drum and bass, or happy hardcore, you’ve loved hardcore breakbeat. Hardcore is the solid trunk of early 90’s British electronica that spawned literally dozens of sub-genres, including 2-step garage, dubstep, and fidget.
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It was impossible to escape The KLF for a while there in the early ’90s. You couldn’t walk into a nightclub without hearing instantly catchy hits like What Time is Love, 3AM Eternal, Last Train to Transcentral, and (of course) Justified and Ancient featuring Tammy motherfucking Wynette.
Maybe it’s the time of year. Something about the icy air makes me crave cold, funky, robotic drum and bass. This winter is no exception.
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One of my only professional releases ever, from way back in 2003. Vinyl only, probably just a few hundred ever made. And hey—it even has a discogs page!
Visit my Millennial Lounge page to hear these tracks.
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This was my second stab at dark ambient after losing most of my music gear in a break-in. Using only a laptop, a mic, and a wave editor, I somehow spun hay into gold, and the Small Talk single was born
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For my next haunted mixtape, I present a sonic swarm of blood-choked screams, growling ambient hellscapes, serial killers, the possessed, and the insane.
What if a twitchy arcade monkey with a penchant for drum and bass hopped in a time machine dialed back to the mid-1990s after taking too much ketamine?
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It’s come the far reaches outer space to destroy humanity… after destroying a blunt.
Here comes the perfect combination of evil robots and smokin’ dub music for the fourth installment of my Class of ’93 mixtape series. Pulling audio from sci-fi thrillers, spaced-out ambient, and pitched-down techno from back in the day, Robot Dub Killer drops beats so heavy your squinty bloodshot eyes will roll right out of your head.
Jason Herrboldt 