I feel like the recording I just spent forty minutes of my life listening to may some day prevent me from getting a job."Mr. Golinski, it says here that you once scrobbled a forty minute live recording of some vaguely angry Japanese men throwing steel barrels around a room, breaking large pieces of glass, and creating various other means of noise in front of an audience in an apparent attempt to make music. Is this true?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Get the fuck out of my office."
Beyond that even, I feel like the action of listening to such music may one day be made illegal.
"All rise for the honorable Judge Cowell."
"Is this the fucker who was listening to a recording of one of those goddamn Jap Satanist cults throwing beer bottles at an orphanage while audio of the CNN 9/11 broadcast ran through Marshall stacks pointed at a local Church?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Guilty as fucking charged."
That wouldn't be too harsh of a sentence, really. I imagine the sounds of prison would make just as great a soundtrack as any low-grade Hanatrash bootleg.
Which this isn't, by the way. There's nothing more exhilarating than listening to people just break shit purely for the creation of that immaculate sound shit makes when it breaks. Which is exactly what this is, recorded at remarkable quality, considering the fact that maybe a few hundred people total ever actually saw Hanatarash live, let alone attempted to record what they were seeing.
I love noise. I love the chaos of it all. I love the freedom that comes from hearing normal, sane people grab hold of everyday objects and just destroy everything around them for the sheer penetrating thrill of making noise in the heart of the soulless banal continuity society puts forth for us to revel and slowly die in.
Hanatarash were a pretty infamous band that was known for wild, violent live performances. There is a rumor that you drove a bulldozer through the wall of the club where you were performing. Is that true?
Eye: Yes. It was the dinosaur kind. With the back hoe scooper. Just drove it into the club.
Was the club owner happy with you destroying the walls of his club?
Eye: Hmm. We pretty much destroyed... ruined that club. I was planning on throwing Molotov cocktails but the bulldozer I was driving tipped over and gasoline spilled out. If we threw the Molotov cocktails, we would have set the whole place on fire.
Is that the same show where you had a circular saw strapped on your back and
accidentally cut your leg?
Eye: That was a different show.
Those are the words of a sane person who drove a bulldozer into a club on a whim, and almost cut his leg off with a circular saw strapped to his back on the other show. This is what I love.
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