A worrbbly acid, percussive infused, hotrageous House moment captured in 1403. After no sleep and even less sanity-- a moody MPC and possibly some long term drug interactions, Liquid was born. Once in the box, rearranged, flipped and flopped, a tinge of B94 "house is for puffs aggression," and you get something that may be tech, or glitch, or electro, or whatever the fuck they're calling it these days? ....umm Nashville House???
Although only a working title, this it what she came to be known as, we present....
.. my man berfmurret. I sold this guy a piece of gear a few years back and he complained it smelled like urine. What can I say? Just don't buy anything from me off of eBay. Anyways, if I would have known he was gonna use aforementioned piece of gear for beautiful soundscape explorations and glitch hippidy hop, I would have made the keys extra sticky for him.
These two beefy studs pictured above are known as Art School Romance. When they aren't buying really stupid overbearing bright light boxes they deem as important gear and new iphones, they make some weird glitchy type mixes and stuff. Actually, the shit is really cool... its always nice to hear offkey and out of the norm 8 bit remixes and whatnot. I mean, everyone gets worked up over Atari, right?
