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MP3 Immanuel the Liberator - Idose
11 MP3 Songs in this album (23:58) !
Related styles: Avant Garde: Experimental, Electronic: Experimental, Type: Experimental
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2 or 3 kegs of swill beer on the back deck were usually enough to satisfy of esteemed guest''s thirst but there were increasingly vocal grumblings coming from outside the walls of the Holly house about a perceived lack of booze-related sophistication in the year-old weekend routine. "It''s fancy they want, it''s fancy they''ll get," we shouted in unison. Thus, the Joose party was born. Joose, a canned energy drink with a massive quantity of caffeine and alcohol, was pilloried then outlawed by the Federal government in late 2010 due to its penchant for inducing seizures, heart palpitations, and a zombie-like state of perpetual sleeplessness. But back in those heady days, before the full extent of its malice had been revealed, Joose was just a green dream in the idealistic minds of peace-loving partygoers everywhere. We bought a bunch of cases and poured them into a great big plastic tub then emptied three handles of Aristocrat into the mix for good measure. "Drink up!" we declared to the young men and women pouring in through the rear. The evening’s festivities began well enough. Then came the dancing. The designated dance floor downstairs overflowed and soon there was dancing in every room of the house. Every iPod, stereo system, c.d. player, and noisemaker was plugged in and pulsing with sound. It was great fun for a while. Midnight came, wonderful. Then 1 am, 2 am o.k., but by 3 am things were getting weird. At the hour when revelers typically began to recede back out into the night our Joose party was still raging, kind of. Hardly anyone had left and everyone was still dancing downstairs. Many people had been going for five solid hours, periodically pausing their rhythmical shifting only to stumble inexorably towards the tub, mill about in the slowly gyrating crowds on the main level then return, grasping what appeared, in the dim black-lighting, to be red solo cups full of radioactive liquid.
As for me, earlier in the evening when the ghastly concoction started circulating in my brain I began recording (both in my room and in the party at large), manipulating, and assembling a series of noise collages. Fortunately, I had an editing console and sound system at one end of the half-underground dance floor and so, around 5am, armed with a few proto-versions of my strange new creations and a thumb drive full of other monstrosities, I took over DJ duties for those ghostly, unfortunate souls still swaying under the powerful spell. The room was illuminated by a tangled web of glowing neon green Christmas lights and runners that shone eerily on the haggard faces and glazed, weary eyes of the dancers. Although, what the dancers were doing could no longer be called dancing. Instead the Joose zombies were spasmodically jerking their limbs in a crude symmetry with the sounds emanating from the speakers. Tilting forward precariously, listing down but never falling they marched in place, literally, physically unable to stop dancing. As long as the terrible liquid coursed through their veins they could not be still. They weren''t even listening but they needed desperately some pulse, any rhythm to propel them onward. To my delight, the weirder and more dissonant my music became, the more intense the crowd became, lurching, flailing, and moaning as the tracks reached a cacophonous fever pitch. Mercifully, I ran out of steam around 7, cut the power, and watched in awe as nearly the whole room succumbed to exhaustion and collapsed right where they stood. I rolled off my chair and joined them on the cold tile floor.
And from that, ladies and gentleman, IDose arose. A few tracks such as Glitch, Jellyfish, Whacky Whack, and jim have significant portions unchanged but every tack has at least one part recorded or invented during that course of that evening/morning.
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