There was a period in my life when every distorted
and harsh sound make me feel very well. I really don't know why, but
I liked to saturate sounds of every kink of sample, making what we could
call industrial music.
As if it was not enough, my sequencer software sometimes letterally destroied
the samples I used because a bug of the program: I keept some of
the sounds that came out from these 'mistakes'.
: the anti-communication mask
: a cap under steel
: hard to listen