Right...here. You like that, don't you? Soloism? I find greatest satisfaction in composing and performing my very own material, as collaborations have inherent concessions. All my goodies allow me entire new dimensions of sounds, and things can get messy quick! I have developed my ability to write for all which is instrument, focusing on alternative synthesis and sound generation. I like to figuratively clamp my anus tightly about all within its mighty grasp! I'm so dang awesome! I balance quite a few hats on such an enormous head...that is, I write/compose/arrange every note, freak like mad real-time, never overdub a single track, record, edit, master, do graphics, screen my own shirts, and even rock a giant's ass live, so, like, there!
影響
Embossed by environ, inarguably I've been influenced by everything my senses have ever been exposed to, so shall I continue to evolve my musical tastes based on everything I'm to experience in the future. Nyahh! Typical reaction to modern Top 200/media-saturation type musics should be knee-jerk rejection, as the cookie-cutter corporate inbreeding industry will continue to devolve until it stops molding their "art" to conform to Market Research on Their Target Demographic. Despite major-label-conformities there are always exceptional acts that make it into the mainstream. Therefore: "I like what's cool a whole heck of a lot, and passionately hate what sucks." So I quoted myself, wanna fight about it? I enjoy recordings by Frank Zappa, RHCP, Primus, Aphex Twin, Prototype 909, Orbital, Dieselboy, Bloodhag, Mr Bungle, The Boredoms, Maximum the Hormone, etc. I find my tastes leaning toward hard/unique/funky rock and most electronica/techno, so long as no retarded diva vocals are involved, and the beat changes semi-occasionally. I find beautiful etheric/haunting soft melodic piano/jazz/strings pieces super-boring, and predictable disco re-regurgitation super weak! FACT: If you profit from the music industry but you don't record your own entirely original music, you do in fact suck leech style. (Sorry-ass DJs, truth stings don't it?) Take two secs, learn an instrument, and forge onward your own damn self, whydontcha? Looping softwares don't count either! Keep Music REAL!
風格近似
Uh...If you can't spend 3 seconds listening instead of 3 reading, you can bugger right off. Though cliche: Me. "Originality as best I can." So I call dibs on a few new genres I've spawned: "Haunted Hardcore", "Experitronic Trancehall", "Enchanted Woods", "Scientechnica", "Mindfukno" and "Shit for DJs to Gank."...I could keep going but you get the idear...more unnecessary subclassification. I Like Badass Burly Beats with Trippy Sick Synth Shit, Tweaked, with Sprinkles...what I call "Audio-Cortexual Sexual Synethesia", "Music to Watch Eyelid Movies To", and "Themes for Hair-Twirling and Lip-Biting". Enjoy!
Oi! Don't sneak up on me! So: back in 1996, in hazes of pipe-dreamery, I created Unpainted Huffhines as a 3-piece jazz-rock project, which soon morphed into an electro 5-piece. Then every half-musician dufus I ever met latched on. Much Mirth was had. Years of that pesky gauntlet of reality and reliability figuratively scraped off them thar scurvy barnacles. At last an autonomous electromusical entity emerged! So! Whom the fuck do I think I am? Some brilliantly witty steel-groined skaterockin' blond haired straight toothed and truly multifaceted Champion of Fucking Justice? Quite. Also a fine craftsman of sarcastic text! I shan't refer to myself as a "band" per-se, not wanting to create a seperate entity for myself on myspace: may this profile represent one Actual Real Human. With the aid of my Orcish Cloak of Invisibility I've managed to stay underground, recluse hermit stylee, because it's cool. Yet as it's insatiable hunger for flipping out human psyches grows, my figurative beatbeast may very well bust loose and leave the countryside forsaken with utter funkination. That means I'm due for playing out, by Jupiter! My recordings are scientifically engineered to kick back, polf nugs, and watch eyelid movies to. Alternately, you might scratch your chin and look at your shoes, or twiddle your hair. I solemnly swear to rattle the right fuck out of this very earth, drop masses into trances at will, and look pretty cool most the time. I shall kick Mighty ass, or none at all! Isn't that awesome? You bet your Sweet Everything!
Yours, loud as fuck,
G H S
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