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Venetian Snares - 'Filth' [Album]

Venetian Snares - 'Filth' [Album]

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Well. Prepare your brain for this one, in fact you may need a sick bag from being mentally and physically abused after listening to Venetian Snares latest technical mastermind of sound waves. 'Filth' is epic, more confusing than chinese writing and features so much musical content that as a music maker myself, may end up chewing my own leg off. How the hell does one create such complex material?

Aaron Funk is the electronic glitchcore genius behind Venetian Snares and boy what a brain this guy must have. The time signatures, drum patterns, glitch techniques, production values and samples are just mind blowing. Mind Boggling might be a better word to use. The closest artist that can be compared to Funk is Aphex Twin, just purely for the level on which these guys are conjuring up out of this world electronic tunes. There are also several samples that are similar to Richard D James previous work, especially on track "Crashing The Yogurt Truck".

Track names are normally a well thought out part of writing a song, something catchy that will stick in your head but also give a hint as to what the song will contain. Now titles such as "Labia", "Mogoloid Alien" are blatantly just made up on the spot, yet the tracks sound exactly like their title. If you can envision someone crashing a yogurt truck (must be american, yogurt truck? Ice cream truck maybe) in your head, then playing this music along to it. Just pure brilliance and an attitude that takes the piss yet its so cool at the same time. Mr Funk comes across as a chilled out individual trying not to take things too seriously. He seems like abit of a legend. His music is produced on trackers, computer music synthesizers. One of which i have personal experience with, a little known bit of geek nightmare software called 'Max/Msp'. This stuff is so complicated it makes your pupils want to implode.

Venetian Snares have a hell of a back catalogue going back way into 1998. You would have thought that any new material would be hard to produce, but this guy just seems to sweat records. There is something terribly un-nerving about the album, and all of his others. That being the listener has absolutely no idea where they are in the track and where the hell they are going. No structure so to speak, and this is just incredible to come up with. It could be just a series of random particles being super-glued together into a mass of fast-pace eccentricity. This does mean there is no particular track that "stands out". Every track has a unique selling point, (USP, oh yeh, business studies A level, yes please).

If you could describe this album in one word it would be "Alien". Everything is spaced out and trippy as the 60's fashion. Try dancing to this album without looking like a complete and utter mental.

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I would also like to quote the front cover of this promo copy, it's fucking brilliant.
"Vententian Snares, aka Pants Geronemo, aka Buttercock Lesbummer, aka the biggest retard on earth, has once again turn his toilet fantasies into something you can buy at the stor, shove in your whore mouth and puke up thru a glory hole into a stranger's gaping anus. Financing the dubstep scene since 2005, Venetian Snares has somehow again, not bothered to make anything remotely like a Benga record from 3 years ago, instead reaching deep down into the bottomless pit of electronic genres gone by digging out acid techno for a thoroughly humiliating raping of the sound.

This is the shittiest acid record ever made! Venetian Snares actually covered his 303's with his own feces and twisted the knobs with his rock hard cock! At one point he even tapes a 303 to a prostitute and kicks the shit out of her legs. In facet, Aaron "Rapey the Raper Rapington the 5th" Funk has a 303 taped to his cock right now as he rapes a bag of onions inside your hollowed out pelvis. This record was made using many TB-303 analogue synth boxers that are now buried inside raped dead bodies in his luxurious backyard. Dear Universe, suck my fucking cock."
For those of you that actually read that section, i can only apologize, for the foul language, but this is what is does say. Brilliant.




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