The Fuck You Sound
Like an electronic revolt at the graveyard, these electronic audio particles congregate in the head and reanimate the body with bass. Entities breathing onto the machines putting the fog in the sleigh bells, echo delay and whip-snapping snares. Pulses and lasers flash as the dominator sound oozes out from the iron ore bass rig, into the dancefloor of your ear canal. Darkside grubstep, a slow chug in the winter gardens of electronic sonic weather patterns.