Boom box loops, pump organ stutter, separated at birth.
Austere Zen rumbles. Sullen transistor ruckus.
The deep sub-bass hum of a conquering mothership. Heavy clangs and hostile electronics. Porto installation grooves.
Full of abrupt shifts and rugged surfaces. Somehow massive in form while also being as weightless as a gas.
Interference in my brain. Dark vibrations in my jawbone.
The overall impact is, at times, apocalyptic.
Self-released cassette and digital download As the hubbub of last weekend’s final electro-improv-noise session Hideous Porta slowly faded from earshot, … More
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