{"id":64855,"date":"2017-04-26T11:00:35","date_gmt":"2017-04-26T16:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=64855"},"modified":"2017-04-25T19:27:41","modified_gmt":"2017-04-26T00:27:41","slug":"snares-of-sixes-yeast-mother-an-electroacoustic-mass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/snares-of-sixes-yeast-mother-an-electroacoustic-mass\/","title":{"rendered":"Snares of Sixes – Yeast Mother: An Electroacoustic Mass<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In this review, which as implied above is a review of the album Yeast Mother: An Electroacoustic Mass<\/em> by the band Snares of Sixes<\/strong>, we are going to discuss the music and all the things it makes us think and feel and we are also going to yeast out with our beasts out. Don’t know how? Just wing it.<\/p>\n

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There is no way to predict what your first listen to Snares of Sixes will be like. For me, it was like stepping into a time machine. Not just any ol’ time machine, but one which transports the passenger to several different nodes on the continuum at once (somehow). I was reminded of the first time I heard Mr. Bungle<\/strong>‘s Disco Volante<\/em>, or Mike Patton<\/strong>‘s Adult Themes for Voice<\/em> solo album, or King Crimson<\/strong>‘s Red<\/em>, or Coil<\/strong>‘s Musick to Play in the Dark Vol. 2<\/em>. All of which happened in a relatively compact cluster of years. A cluster united by ravenous musical discovery and an insatiable desire for Weirdness.<\/p>\n

If any of the name-bombs in the previous paragraph mean anything to you, then you are likely to have some idea of what Snares of Sixes is all about.\u00a0Which is not to say that Snares is a mere derivation of the avant-garde pioneers of yore. Let us not forget that this new project’s main manager, one Jason Walton, has been making avant-garde music for a long time. When he wasn’t killing time playing bass for some USBM band I can’t bring myself to mention here<\/a> and also in Sculptured<\/strong>, he was making cartoonish and not-especially-listenable Casio-core as Especially Likely Sloth<\/strong>. I discovered ELS at the tail end of my youthful obsession with strange music–and immediately decided that it was not for me. Not because it was too weird<\/em>, but because it was too stupid<\/em>. I can only equate its stupidity to, say, watching The Teletubbies on mescaline.<\/p>\n