Kuntz Kuntz Kuntz Kuntz Kuntz Kuntz Kuntz Kuntz
If you have some spare sanity that you don't really need, why not blow it out of your brain with the Butthole Surfers' 1987 album Locust Abortion Technician?
Quite the most terrifying thing I've heard in years, it bears no resemblance to their more commercial later stuff (including a track co-written with - gag - Kid Rock, I hear). What it does bear a resemblance to is a jam session between Black Sabbath and the Pixies, being continually interrupted by radio phone-in shows, demonic voices, proototypical record scratching, tape loops, backwards messages and - in the album's most remarkable moment - a Thai folk song smothered by cut-up and repeated obscenities ('Kuntz'). It is a musical equivalent of Lautreamont's Maldoror; listening to it is the closest thing that I imagine many people reading will get to suffering paranoid schizophrenia.
I think the best description of the emotions you will feel when listening to this album can be found in the review here:
"Managing to outweird fellow noisy groups such as Big Black and Sonic Youth by completely eliminating anything resembling melody [...] Locust Abortion Technician stands alone. It has no genre, it has no actual "music" as most people would define it, and the few moments that could actually be considered somewhat catchy are instantly crushed by whatever atonal noise the band decides to pile on top of it.
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"Hay" is comprised of people shouting the word "hay" over someone rewinding a tape in a strangely rhythmic fashion. I love this, simply because of the fact that someone decided to record a song that was nothing but a tape rewinding and the word "hay", and other people agreed."
Quite the most terrifying thing I've heard in years, it bears no resemblance to their more commercial later stuff (including a track co-written with - gag - Kid Rock, I hear). What it does bear a resemblance to is a jam session between Black Sabbath and the Pixies, being continually interrupted by radio phone-in shows, demonic voices, proototypical record scratching, tape loops, backwards messages and - in the album's most remarkable moment - a Thai folk song smothered by cut-up and repeated obscenities ('Kuntz'). It is a musical equivalent of Lautreamont's Maldoror; listening to it is the closest thing that I imagine many people reading will get to suffering paranoid schizophrenia.
I think the best description of the emotions you will feel when listening to this album can be found in the review here:
"Managing to outweird fellow noisy groups such as Big Black and Sonic Youth by completely eliminating anything resembling melody [...] Locust Abortion Technician stands alone. It has no genre, it has no actual "music" as most people would define it, and the few moments that could actually be considered somewhat catchy are instantly crushed by whatever atonal noise the band decides to pile on top of it.
[...]
"Hay" is comprised of people shouting the word "hay" over someone rewinding a tape in a strangely rhythmic fashion. I love this, simply because of the fact that someone decided to record a song that was nothing but a tape rewinding and the word "hay", and other people agreed."