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Welcome to the official internet toilet of your very own Mentat.

Mentat is an electro DJ. And a nerd. (X2) Not electro as in canned mashup hunky dory britney remixes, but electro as in dirty and grimey and bassliney. Mentat loves to play Discopunk and 80s and Industrial too. Mentat will not argue with you about turntables versus CDJs, because he knows they are both equally prone to shittiness. Mentat has been accused of being a tablenazi. This is not so. Mentat feels that one should practice at home and not at a party and then come back with skills and rock said party, but not till such skills have been acquired.

Mentat Likes getting letters. Send Mentat letters. Preferably love letters.

Mentat would like to be a polygamist and marry a whole stack of subwoofers. Mentat needs bass to survive. Mentat makes sure those speakers of yours get their daily allowance of filth and WTF. Mentat fucking loves electronic music. If you highly dislike it, Mentat probably won't be your friend for very long, because Mentat will choose it over you. And then eat you. The Dude abides, but Mentat does not.

However, Mentat likes and/or loves lots of various music. He has a large collection of it. Some of which he'd rather not disclose for fear of embarrassment. Mentats do not like to be embarrassed. It does not suit their character to blush. Mentats have varied taste and respect a diverse cross section of music, yes even country and rap.

There is one exception.

Mentats hate ICP with all their blackened hearts; Mentats and juggalos do not get along. Mentats hunt juggalos for food. This is just an FYI. You can like ICP if you like but I wont like it.

Mentat makes music with his computermachine.
Here is a rare photo of your mentat in the studio

Download the 320K MP3 of my newest track here

The War Prayer
Mark Twain (a mentat)

O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle - be Thou near them! With them - in spirit - we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it -- for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

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Mentat would like to meet weirdos and freaks and perverts and liars and disingenuous people and atheists and catholics and scientologists and crooks and politicians and robots.