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Inspiration hit me this morning, and I've got a fantastic concept for a band;
We'll be called My Kind of Debris, and we'll take the idea that energy and intent is far more important than musical proficiency to unholy extremes by playing completely improvisational arty-noise-fuck with a total disregard for any kind of musical order or form, and just shredding wildly on every instrument available to us and yelling utterly meaningless dadaist beat poetry and leaping around and breaking shit.. like 70s No-Wave but without the self-consciousness or doomy nihilism, or like the Hunches and the Martini Henry Rifles but without the pretext of being a traditional rock band.
By "we" of course, I mean "I", but a recruiting drive could well be in order assuming I don't get bored of the idea by this evening. |
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