For this one I require webcam footage of people enjoying this song in any way they want. Feed me your moves, and I will shit out a suitable montage. Go go go!

Don't knock it until you've tried it.

The passionfist frolicks freely, elbow deep, in its native habitat.

The full title of the song is: POOBOT DOES NOT KNOW THESE FEELINGS OF LOVE. The addendum is: POOBOT KNOWS ONLY POO.

Natural Selection 2 is going to be released October 31st, so I decided to release this merry little track in honour of that fact, dedicated to the folks at Unknown Worlds Entertainment. It is made entirely with sounds from the original Natural Selection. Game on!

Thenyou'll likes electronic music, but he told me "I'm also not a big fan of vocals in electronic songs." So I went and sang for him.

Oh dear.

Going back to something that I started long ago once again. Apparently this is a phase in which to complete the overdue.

In the works since 2007, this one required some long overdue finishing touches. Thanks to Adge - my own personal Leper King - for the title.

A happy little powerhouse. After all, why not?

Sickly sweet and overjoyously overjoyful. Chips, bells, and attempting to build up a wall-of-sound in places. Hurrah as well as huzzah.

Electro-rock from the very cleft of humanity. I'm sorry, I really have nothing to say at this time.

What? Don't look at me like that. The season warrants it. Also, I was going to make a video to go along with this, but then I came to the conclusion that I had A.) no idea what kind of video to make, and B.) certainly not enough time to do so. So just imagine a credits roll and season's greetings during the lengthy fade-out at the end.

We need moar cute. Hence, thus, etc...

How about some 90's? Shave your head, grab your track suit, and here we go again.

The full title of the song is: Q. Why Did the Suave, Oblivious Chicken-Man Hybrid Cross the Road? A. To Defeat the Vending Machine. Some questions in life shouldn't be answered... Or even asked, for that matter.

Somehow, though there are no evident similarities, Between The Buried And Me inspired this song. Funny how that works.

Squishy Squelchy Gas Pass Errors... we've all had them. Some might go so far as to say that they occasionally occur. They provide those who make said error with a sense of urgency. Running up and down staircases to find a bathroom, or even just a closet that just happens to be packed with spare pants; a safe haven where one can recuperate and re-dress.

All that aside, I made a song.

The full title of the song is: My Knapsack o' White Privilege (A 2010 Crapz0r)

The Crapz0r emerges from a long forgotten past. Happy and with pianos, like it has always been.

It happens. You learn to live with it.

Jetzt geht's los! ... you'll have to imagine the frantic glowsticking yourself.

After six years Synthetic Pathetic has had a small overhaul, retaining much of its original form but with a slightly better edge to it. Hooray!

"...then, and only then, does the royal king's court bloom, yielding its blossoms to the stars' watchful gaze, roots pulling gently from the fertile ground below, and as the raindrops land onto bud and leaf and grass, he steps out and he dances."

This are the sounds you hear when you fly in your dreams.

This is a poem that Phoebe Taylor gave me at the same time as Innocense, and I figured that sticking beats underneath it would be a nice gift. Happy birthday!

Phoebe Taylor gave me a recording of her poem Innocense and I had to go and throw fake instruments at it. The result is a lot more vocals than usual, and that's a good thing.

Hearken to its wail. Give heed to the baying beneath the black waves. Merriment ensues.

The full title of the song is: Sputnik 3's Failure To Record The Van Allen Radiation Belts, Its Lethargic And Uncaring Response To Said Failure, And Subsequently Its Nearly Two Years Of Indifferent Yet Merry Orbit.

Yup, it's the song that everyone has been waiting - nay - pining for: the wacky tale of that gosh-darned Sputnik 3's bogus adventure, which lasted from 1958 to 1960, expressed through instrumental merriment.

Slow pace, loud bass. I suppose it borders on hip-hop here and there, but I think I avoided the whole getting jiggy with it thing. This one came together pretty quickly, and while I doubt it shows up noticeably in the song, it is a product of having watched the movie Across The Universe. The title is of course a reference to Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. (Which I've always thought to be a cool name - my history of playing MUDs showing, perhaps.) but is not a comment on the artist in question - I am not all that familiar with his music.

This one has been in the making for quite some time, and when it was finished I forgot all about it for a few months. I guess a whoops! is in order. While working on it, the wall-of-sound that the roaring (fake) guitars put forth reminded me of Weezer's Devotion, and as a result I quite liked the sound.

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Another episode in the never ending quest to combine roaring guitars - even if they are merely digital replacements for the real thing - along with rock and metal rhythms with electronicity. Whether it really classifies as industrial I don't quite know, but but I generally settle for the term when I mix said genres. Though it's a short one, I was quite satisfied with how it turned out. As digital as it is, it really does rawk.

This track was - and still is - to be the first installment of a set of house tracks named Fat Girl Stretch Pants, though as of yet it is the only one that I deemed decent and/or complete enough to release. Who knows, maybe one day it'll be joined by a couple of siblings.

I covered this song, originally written and performed by Phoebe Taylor, as a birthday present to her. I have the original available for download (3m44s / 128kbit / 3.41MB) as well, with her permission, so it is possible to to check them both out and (hopefully) enjoy the stark contrast between her gentle, atmospheric piano instrumental against my synthetic attempt at electrification. As a rule, I avoid remaining true to the sound of the original song when I make a cover.

There are very few songs I have made that were as difficult to put together as this one, as I covered it completely by ear, but then there are very few songs that - in the end - were as gratifying as Dead White Rose.

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The full title of the song is:The Adult Bile Sock Will Eat You When You Sleep.

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This was actually made and finished a while before the date mentioned, which is the actual date I rendered it to MP3 on a PC. I made this using OctaMED on an Amiga 1200, in full 4 track, 8 bit glory.

This was actually made and finished a while before the date mentioned, which is the actual date I rendered it to MP3 on a PC. I made this using OctaMED on an Amiga 1200, in full 4 track, 8 bit glory.

This was actually made and finished a while before the date mentioned, which is the actual date I rendered it to MP3 on a PC. I made this using OctaMED on an Amiga 1200, in full 4 track, 8 bit glory.