Infirm Individual - Best Of 2003-2011 (For Vast Aeons / King Lightmare)

What should I say? This is my stuff. [GUFT002] and [GUFT003] are outta there on our sweet, little GUFT-Netlabel. I decided this morning to tinker this two Best Of'z together. And now I'm done. One is covering The Dark Past (03-09) of my project Infirm Individual, it is experimental Noise and underground Grindcore - something like that. Don't get damaged, my friends. You can read something about the history of my work in the virtual bad-English-booklet. I hope you enjoy it. The other compilation contains my newest material, it's called The New Age (09-11), it is electronic music with a lot of 8-Bit-magic. I can't describe it actually. I don't know what I should say anyway, because these two releases are containing so much memories, so much of my damn blood. It's some sort of my life-work. 

1 x 34 minutes and 1 x 70 minutes of my life.

I don't want to spoil my own poo poo, but I do: This is hot underground shit, folks. Serious heart-work. Just for you. Have fun with it. I'm a little bit melancholic now. Wow. I will drink some wine now and will hug my dusty NES-Console, while hearing Burzum or Aborted.

Infirm Individual discography: Everything is free here

Sean Derrick Cooper Marquardt - Be Like Water My Friends

I wander through the foggy woods of my own imagination. My naked body is covered with a coat of mist. After all this time I reached the door-less door. Am I really ready for this? For the No-Thing? Dreary firs watching my moves. Bulky frogs are sleeping in the underbrush - I can hear their silent screams. 

"Be like water, my friend. Be like water."

Forgotten cries and whispers are floating through the milky air. This is my end of the world. Life is just a dream. Just a foggy, illusional dream. The sounds of a dying engine are blending themselves with the humanoid noises, like a mechanical realm is dying. And, yes, it is, what it is. Everything dies. Screams, screams, screams, screams!

"Be like water, my friend. Be like water."

Villages are burning. People are living in my muddy body. Everything burns. Everyone dies. Multi-level horror scenarios inside my hiking corpse. Mechanical shrieks of a deceased matrix. Lovely brooks are transformed into blood-streams of Babylon. I can see dead whales at the edge of the brooks, their fat, rotten carcasses are singing a ghoulish melody...

"Be like water, my friend. Be like water."

It's all right. I am water. I am water. I am water. Flow with it. Just flow with everything. Everything is one. Creation is just an infinite ocean of power. I am power. I am power. I am power. Noise is all possibility. I am all possibility. I am all that is. Boundless. Immortal. The living death. I love the speaking firs, the burning villages and the whale-carcasses. They are showing me my real self. Thank you so much.

Download: here on Archive.org

Marquardt Live: http://www.vimeo.com/16657554

MyNoise: http://www.myspace.com/seandcmarquardt

And, erm, yes. All points of the universe for you, Sean. :)

The Leechhead - Static Love Party

This is again nasty input for the noisy maniacs of us. I waked up this morning, and I just started to jump towards my laptop: "Let's hear Leechhead now! Let's hear Leechhead now!"

I'm such a dumb ass. This stuff tossed me directly into a field of scratchy frequencies, and I immediate puked my coffee on the keyboard. I discovered other releases of the leeching head Jake Price (what a cool name), and they were "normal" chiptune-modifications. But now this guy decided to make music that "was not created for your pleasure". Noise-heads will like it. It's good noise.

But it is 8 a clock in the morning! Now I got puke-balls and puke-juice on my damn laptop! Leechhead!!! You will pay for that, brother!

 Leech it, Baby!

Some parts are pretty cool, I like the way samples and other elements were mutated into guitar-like sounds. And here and there you can find interesting moments of "mushy-meditation" - that is a status I sometimes experience by hearing records like this. You are just diving into the itchy spheres and inhale the immense beauty of polarity. The beauty of noise. The title X is one of this crazy candidates! Forget my vomit. This is a masterpiece. I bet you will see holographic angel-projections in your living-room, if you hear this nice song 333 times in a row. The Leechhead suckled my consciousness into the netherworld with this one. Bravo!

Hope we will hear new chimes by Mr. Price in the near future!

Rating: 2/2 Vampire end-bosses

This record smells like: Puke at parties, lightnings on your tongue, robot scat, worm-love, blood of beasts.

Links:
http://soundcloud.com/leechhead
https://8bc.org/members/The+LEECHhead
http://ftprecords.blogspot.com

Kimosabbe - Bad Vugum

Ok, my friends. I decided to open up a little netlabel-section here on GUFT. Perhaps some guys outta there want to release their output via this new underground-fortress. Hope you like the idea. Send me your stuff via guftgod@web.de! I wish us good luck, maybe the force with us. And here it is:

"When Kimosabbe were cut in half by stormy weather...bad vugum. Jesus wept and shat from his satellite cross orbiting man's hell every 666 minutes -- Fertilized by god scat the dismembered Kimocles mutated in their germination, like eyes on stalks and vines ready to viddy the end of the world."

Bad Vugum. The first official GUFT-record. And I don't know what I should write about it. This sickhead called The Blimp aka Crippledfonzzz sent it to me. I don't know why. I don't know anything. Perhaps this lunatic record switched off my 3D-braincells and morphed em into the next freaky dimension. It's a pretty heavy start for the label, because this is loony hillbilly-redneck-noise. But these banjo-picking psychopaths ate some colourful mushrooms - they reached spiritual in-correct enlightenment. They are multitating Shiva with drugged rumpus - because they are better than her! Oh man... end of the review.

In their own words: Recorded between 1995-2001 on dictaphone and 4-track in various attics surrounded by the highest concentration of psychiatric hospitals in europe...casio sk-1, free improvisation & disturbed folk for damaged gullivers.

-> DOWNLOAD [GUFT001] <-

Grockel's and Plimp's Blogspots:

http://theboxandtheghostinit.blogspot.com
http://openthemedicinecabinet.blogspot.com

Genus Inkasso / Additiv - Split EP

Two guys from Germany are here to crash some windows, to make some loud damage: Because of their electric baseball-bats no postbox is safe - burn down this sinful city, it´s all lost anyway! SMASH!

Track 01, At The Heart Of The Terminal (this fits to this damn blog, right?), starts with some funky, slow part - only to end up in a chaotic mix of speedy, punching kicks, rugged noise and dashing snares. It´s pretty rich in variety, with lots of breaks and turnarounds. No monotonous noise here! Genus Inkasso got tricky fingers, everything is arranged in a slick manner. I don´t know, how many other records he got outta there, but this are real ripe, raw fruits we've got here. Great use of samples, by the way!

Track 02, It´s Expensive And It Can Kill You, by Additiv, begins with flipping, harsh noise, continues with innovative drumming and pumping brawling rhythms - I think the workers at the car compactor near my house have danced to this bunch of wild vibrations like short-circuited robots - and it ends with... flipping, harsh noise. Right! Cocaine is not cheap shit.

Track 03, A Very Slippery Slope, is the last track of Inkasso, and it is just an old, broken machine for ping-pong-balls. You can hear the screams of dying Japanese people here. It´s over with your sport, dudes. Industrial feeling. Spooky parts. Catchy cadences. A little pinch of AMZ. I love the last two minutes, can´t depict it really, please check it out yourself.

Track 04 is the last track. Tenderfuk shows the true genius of Additiv. Cold, sharp mechanical screams are visiting your stomach, wubble bobble kicks are shaking your anus. Diversified, ruthless. The break in the middle of the song is sheer amazing. You must hear this at your own.

Intelligent, elaborate noise, staged by a talented bloke. That´s all I can write.

Everybody who wants hard electro-music will like this record, and should promote this pile of din.

Rating: 4/4 Metal Mechs are yours!

DL the twisted metal: http://www.archive.org/download/waw038GenusInkassoAdditiv-SplitEp/WaW038-ADDITIVGENUS_INKASSO.zip
Released at: http://www.weirdandwired.net