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Damn, so jealous that you just heard Viral for the first time. Seriously delicious tracks, the original and the remix is even better.

dicks, eat 'em.

lol

nice.

Luke awoke on the beach and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Overnight the kelp must have crept close to the shore. An unseasonably chilly breeze fluttered in the morning air. His belly complained and he realized he hadn't eaten since noon the day before. Donning a warmer shirt and his cap, he ventured to the shop a few miles downshore to find something to appease his empty stomach. When he arrived, the shop was strangely dark and the owner had apparently acquired a bizarre display that scrolled perpetually in one direction. Also the gravity in the store had somehow rotated 90 degrees. Luke thought little of it, his mind focused on sustenance. To his immediate right was a large display of tantalizing citrus. Leaning, Luke reached over the display to grasp the most delicious fruit. He walked to the checkout line. The cashier's smile was so strained it was painful to look at. "That will be $4.37!" Luke was taken aback. He blinked reflexively, quickly weighing the situation. Burdened by his hunger, he was hardly in a position to quibble about such trivialities as markup on produce. He rifling through his pockets for the correct coinage, and made the exchange. As Luke neared the exit of the shop, he noticed that his mule, Copernicus, had wandered to the shop. Luke mounted the mule and suddenly became an infant. On his ride back to his cabin, Luke saw unfamiliar people. A young girl danced in a frilly dress while a very small jumping symphony conductor waved his wand. Two stern looking men glared at Luke, frightening him. Luke finally arrived at his cabin. Feeling playful, Luke decided to make a meal out of the citrus he purchased. He prepared a variety of condiments and beverages and dishes for a full 4-course meal. As he ate the citrus, his joy transformed him into an orangutan. He was just finishing the last few morsels of delicious fruit when a strange sensation came from his lip. He looked down and was horrified to see a bizarre insect. Luke's meal was ruined! He fled to the bushes behind the cabin and vomited violently. After this look was exhausted. He went back to the cabin and fell asleep on the bed. Luke had strange dreams. They started out as a rough geometric pattern of vivid color. This slowly arranged itself into a scene of bleak machinery. This machinery was somehow connected to a steamed bun. Even in the depths of sleep, Luke recognized he was still hungry. In his unconscious mind he thought of riding his bike to the nearby Chinese restaurant which no longer existed. When he awoke he would have been even hungrier than before, if it weren't for the exruciating pain in stomach. He went to the bathroom and was horrified to see that his face had melted into some bizarre swamp creature. Luke screamed a blood curdling scream and collapsed again on the floor. 6 months later, Luke's parents, career superheroes, had become worried about Luke when they hadn't heard from him. Winter had come hard and fast this year. They decided to go to the cabin to check on him. Luke's father knocked on the door. After almost a minute, there was no answer. Then his mother tried repeatedly. Still no answer. They walked over to the side window, where they heard a rustling. Luke's mother gazed at the window, which had become covered with snow. She put her hand up to it and called his name. There was no sound. Deflated, she withdrew her hand from the window. At that moment, they saw Luke's eye, but it was encased in the head of some strange hideous beast. The glass of the window shattered and two horrible arms snatched Luke's parents and pulled them in. Hideous screams escaped and blood flew from the window, staining the snow. The Fucking Hazard family was never heard from again.

Each summer, the port of entry of the isolated planet hummed with a diffusion of vacationers arriving. Opulent families, mostly grumpy alcoholics and their spoiled children, deboarded the luxury crafts. The fluorescent port and starboard beacons of the luxury ships pulsated lackadaisically as overpaid tourists passive-aggressively ordered around us bellhops. Yet, this was the best summer job I'd ever had. On breaks I watched the remnants of solar winds rippling across the surface of the placid sea, stoking the marine flora's effervescent tendrils. The birdlike native mammals soared above the clouds, perpetually out of reach. I never did figure out what they subsisted on.

Nice! I don't think I've heard any of these except Snorkel, Two Of, Viral, Boogie Down Bronx, and Non-Existant.

I'm not going to let some crappy dialog deter me from what very well could be some awesome sci-fi.

Hmm, so it sounds like the Monomachine will play more nicely with what I already have for sure, which is not surprising from what I've read already and from the manual. So how about the workflow? At the end of a long day working at a day job, which one is more fun to sit down and rock out with? Which one is more fun to play with by itself? After having a good jam and coming back and listening months later, which one sounds cooler? It seems like these machines are so deep that everyone who uses one gets into different things within them. Critics seem to say they always sound the same and they're digital and cold and thin, but I've heard tons of variety in what people are pulling out of these. For examples, I was really surprised to learn today that Actress uses them, and Quaristice sounds like no other Elektron jam I've ever heard. The only "signature" they really seem to impart is that kind of clicky minimal house "dub" thing that was trendy in the early 00s, and I guess you can hear a little of that in Untilted too. And that seems like that's more a result of a certain type of drum patch programming than a really strong characteristic of the Machinedrum itself.

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Damn, every once in a while I get the urge to snag an Elektron and I've got it again. It just occurred to me that I'm never going to save up enough money for one of these guys: that's what plastic is for! So, here we go, I am finally going to buy one. I'm not sure whether I want the SPS-UW or the Monomachine though. Since I have other gear it seems like the Monomachine will play nicer with it for MIDI and audio processing, and apparently it's a bit deeper. But the Machinedrum kind of looks like it's just more straight-up fun. And that sampler is frigging ridiculous and fabulous, I know I would have a gas with it. For a long time I was sure the Monomachine was the right one. On paper, it's fantastic. But I know that day 1 after I get it I'm going to want a Machinedrum. I think either way I'm going to enjoy it, but I want to get started with the right machine because I'm not going to be able to buy any gear for a long time. First and foremost I want a machine that I can sit down with and not worry about configuration or routing with other gear like I do so often now, I can just get down to business and have a blast making tracks with. I have a lot of experience with synths but I've always bought gear that was kind of punishing like the TX81Z that sounds great but requires tons of unintuitive menu surfing. I want a machine that's weird, surprising, and inspiring but nice sounding and friendly/easy to use. Oh, yeah, other stuff I have: MPC1000, Shruthi-1, Nord Micro Modular, Yamaha TX81Z, Alesis Quadraverb and a bunch of random portable/chip/turntable/stompbox type stuff. Any thoughts?

You know, I kind of don't know what to think of these guys. Aesthetically I think they're fucking awesome. At first I thought Albini was kind of right and I felt like I should grow up. But it's starting to have the opposite effect: now I'm starting to see Albini as kind of a curmudgeon. but now that I think about it he says some things that get on my tits, like how he called sampling a "bad dance move" in that one documentary. Maybe it's a Chicago thing. Or maybe he's just trying to honestly acknowledge his irreconcilable aesthetic/cultural differences, which takes some courage. Either way, that doesn't excuse any of OFWGKTA's shitty behavior. But just because they're douchey IRL doesn't mean I can't enjoy their nihilistic cartoon shtick from a distance. The one thing I know for sure is the music is fun as hell.

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Sorry to hear that, that is rather ass-piss-ious.

I made 2 threads today. One got locked and the other deleted

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Not only that but with a limited amount of tracks they tend to stay focused on a theme and deliver a really cohesive package: Anti, Garbage, Anvil Vapre, Envane, Cichlisuite, Gantz Graf... Which is why I'm still butthurt about MoT, it missed both marks for the most part, although the first track is killer.

Cichlisuite = suite of Cichli remixes. But I vaguely remember this interview too and there was something funky about how they described them. I remember the phrase "mathematically related". Shit, NM. Now I'm all confused and conflating shit too.

lol release you.

Am I the only one that's unpleasantly reminded of those (usually stoners) who worships "The Floyd" every time this is mentioned? Is that the point? I guess that's what I am now, just an aging fanboy of an aging, increasingly irrelevant band. Getting old is a bitch

What? For realz? Holy shit, mind: blown.

Water, but I just had some coffee and an orange

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