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Rating: It is not unlikely that some of You will wonder: who the hell are these U.P.O.N. (colloquially known as Unsolved Problems Of Noise)? Good God! We are here - myself and these Gentlemen in the form of musicians - precisely to clear Your mind (because you do have ideas, right?).
But before we dive into this erudite summit of Maître à penser, I would like to suggest, just to understand what kind of ear-breakers we are dealing with, to click on this lovely obvious link:
http://unsolvedproblemsofnoise.bandcamp.com/
[Ciccio: there's no point in continuing if you haven't clicked on the link: click and spare us, please!]
Now that everything is clear, you are one of us and love DeBaser (but also UPON) more than your grandmother's hundred-year-old tortoise, you can cross the coral barrier to see if the shady figures above have something to say to us.
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The initial warm-up question is (or would be): but really, have you seen the shadow of ants or what: is it that you are charmingly pulling our leg? That is to say: who are you? how many are you? And what do you bring? A florin!
1) Mr. Ni that we've seen the shadow of ants, and perhaps even something, we would say yes: we are charmingly pulling your leg also because we all rock in the kitchen, usually we are three like the Parcae, who we are matters but also doesn't (we want to tell you that we suffer from tripolar syndrome (we suffer from polar cold only when we are all three in Tripoli))
The second delight (for easing you in): why, I say. Why?
2) Why not? we would have nothing else to do apart from trying to conquer the world.....
The third one (easy-peasy): list for posterity Three Vinyls/Cassettes/CDs/DVDs (even for adults) nearly essential to take to the infamous desert island explaining why the inhuman race, not enjoying them, is destined for certain extinction.
3) The human race is destined for extinction because on the desert island they should only bring records in multiples of six hundred and sixty-six, anyway if we were to become extinct before we turn on the extinguisher we should necessarily listen to Stellar Region by John Coltrane, Far Beyond Driven by Pantera, Ask The Ages by Sonny Sharrock but naturally it is all false or the question is misplaced and the answer by mail (or appointed) will never arrive
The penultimate: yes, well, to sum up, we can also understand the youthful itch (we've all been there..) of You beardless ear-breakers but what would be all this racket (because here there are also people who sleep)?
4) If the youthful itch doesn't go away it's probably scabies, since we live on a planet that is in fact a madness scabies we have decided to parasitize the world energy system to be able to amplify our instru-ments, then they are extensions of the minds that usually do not lie except when they say the false, furthermore when the oil runs out and we land in yet another primitive/steampunk wild future our neighbors will complain about mutant rattlesnakes in the garden or things like pulling out an incisor on their own and will remember us with linear nostalgia won't they? So, we have tried to put all this chaos in music and That (it) remained (we still don't know who That is sorry so much)
The last but not least (but I wouldn't be so sure): it seems to me that you have defined your modus operandi (it shows that I went to high school, huh?)
a crossroads of "noise, psychedelia, jazz micro-chips, and a good dose of cosmic radiation": we can even agree on the genres, but exactly how many and what cosmic radiations [let's try to be precise, oh dear]?
5) For philosophical reasons we like X-rays and this says a lot about the fact that we have variable tastes, however, a turned-on stereo is fine even sometimes at a low volume you can hear fzzzffzzzfzfzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,zfzzfzfzzzfzzfzzzzzfzzfzzzfzzzzz something must mean something.
I would conclude this wondrous interview with the most classic of post-questions inspired by Marzullo (of whom we are all admirers, aren't we?): ask yourself a question and if you deem it appropriate also release the related answer.
question: What kind of questions are these?
answer; What kind of questions are these?
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Ah! Don't ask me.
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