:: Tuesday, September 14, 2004
ANTI-POP GOES THE WEASEL
sometimes you gotta laugh at the weird shit you find y'self doing for the sake of 3-5 minutes of cutting edge brain destroying hard boiled electro-funkin' trash techno.. like, wot I'm doing right now.. or.. at least I WOULD BE.. if I wasn't happily procrastinatin' away writing all sorts of idiot guff here for you chimps to read.. (yeah, that's right.. the 2 people left who actually READ this site these days.. wahoooo!) - y'see.. for those of you who've just tuned in.. I'm currently working on a song called "INCINERATOR".. and, likely if you haven't been living in a drug induced amnesiac coma (ok.. I know, dumb assumption.. you're ALL doped up to the eyeballs aren't ya?) you would've heard me badger on about this junk a few months ago..
y'see.. a few months ago, I cooked up an instrumental 155bpm breakbeat funk-jam so freakingly fiendish and diabolical it'd shatter concrete bunkers 1km below the desert surface.. do zero to orbital escape velocity in 10 seconds.. and cook you up a nice steaming hot plate of shut-the-fuck-up before ya know it.. yeah, I was really sitting on a freakin' A-bomb here..
and, here I thought.. I've got an A-grade cut of instrumental INSANITY x1000.. how do I possibly kick it further screaming down that skyscraper? on fire with the limbs flailing? - it just so happens I know this chick.. she's a damn funky chick too (yeah, ok.. I'm just writing this just in case she's reading and thinkin' I'm trash talking her.. hi, how r u? please dont kill me :) .. but, the quality that makes her handy here.. is she has this really cut-throat "DONTFUCKWITHMEORI'LLFUCKYOUUP" kinda persona.. just the thing I needed for this track..
so.. cooking up some idiotically comically homicidal lyrics, and figuring out some structural "lead elements" - I sent her the entire flaming brown paper bag.. from here, to freakin' VANCOUVER / CANADA.. (yeah.. internet's a damn funny thing hey?) so she could scream unholy murder over it..
y'see.. in this wacky new age of shitty CGI Star Wars prequels, totalitarian governments and barbie doll music.. you don't NEED to be in the same studio to record a track.. oh NO, just send the entire freakin' studio down the wires to where THEY live.. and get them to record wot'ever the fuck they want in the comfort of their own living room, hovel, concrete bunker or presidental palace..
so.. a few months later (and wildly neandering off topic here) I got all these cool vocals..
now here's the silly part - raw recorded vocals, chucked into a song.. actually sound like shit.. like.. you wouldn't think hearing it.. "OOOH THIS LYRIC ROCKS.. LYRIC + SONG = *BOOOM!*".. but no.. it sounds like shit.. it's like that episode of the simpsons when they were shooting that RADIOACTIVE MAN movie.. and to make a cow.. they painted a horse white with black spots..
"yeah.. but wot if you want a horse?"
"eh.. we just string some cats together"..
so.. here I am.. with all these vocals.. doing some truly bizarre things to them.. to polish 'em for a music track.. I've chopped 'em up into 62 individual sound bite fragments.. I've removed the dead air (where you could actually hear the beats leakin' thru the headphones.. the creakin' of furniture.. people laughing in the background.. phone's ringing.. wot'ever..) - and now.. I'm on "ANTI-POP duty".. which.. kinda sounds like a neat mission statement for the whole excercise.. but actually involves removing all the stupid exploding T's and P's fucking up the microphone during the recording process.. it's a very meticulous and silly surgical practice.. but it's one of many tiny steps to prepare this junk for "broadcast"..
and yeah, I've had YEARS of experience doing this shit to Stuckey's (Copy One's) vocals.. to the point that when HE heard the stuff.. he didn't even recognise that he actually DID them.. such is the power of these nutty practices..
I remove the POP from these vocals..
doing my little bit.. to remove the strangle hold of POP upon the world.. ;)
:: Spoz 3:54 PM |