The Conqueror Worm Spits & Gurgles
Maldoror and Kid606

Brain-sucking women chasing Whitehouse vaporizing octopus-cyborgs from outer galaxies are planning to invade the U.S.A, and are sowing the seeds for their domination by spreading musical propaganda through Ipecac records. Two new releases from the Alameda based company, Kid 606's "down with the scene," and Maldoror's "She," seem to be undecoded messages from beings far way. Is Kid 606 a sonic code of baffling instructions on how to build a light-warping space freighter? If so Maldoror's music must be the coordinates set into ship's computer. After all, plotting a coarse through hyperspace is no small feat - one mistake and you could fly straight into a sun, get pounded by an asteroid field, or find yourself back on an alternate reality earth where space apes battle Egyptian stormtroopers for world dominance. "down with the scene," is a digital composition by electronic musician Kid606 (a.k.a Miguel Depedro) on reaktor software. As if a Manchurian candidate for extraterrestrial string-pullers this IDM "intelligent dance music" album slams current cliches in tech house music and disrespects the world of rave with punk bravado. Songs like "it'll take millions in plastic surgery to make me black," "juvenile hall roll call," and "chart topping radio hit," overlap lustrous technicality with worm-eaten social mores. Kid606 puzzle matches together walls of rich-white-boy digital noise, percussive gamma-ray explosions, and exactimundo snare drum thunderclaps with boisterous show-off rave-house flavor and rare dips into 80's style keyboard melody. Disjointed sampling of all of rock's smorgasbord makes this rapacious re-emulator the sound people where expecting from 2001 in the 1950's. This is music to fly your jet pack to. Vocalist Mike Patton (also of Mr. Bungle) and electronic artist Masami Akita of Maldoror have created auditory experiences tailor made for your disc-man the day those octopus-cyborgs brain-suck their way down your block. An intergalactic karaoke bar located underneath an android re-assembling plant can be imagined for tracks like "Baby Powder On Peach Fuzz," and "The Conqueror Worm." "Homunculus," and "Twitch Of The Death Nerve," emulate the hallowed cries coming from pigmies as they're pummeled and tortured by Imperial Death Troopers. There is a sense of floating down a tunnel on the album, one that leads from a World War I trench, through the belly of a gigantic sandworm and down to Pinhead's chamber of horrors in a blazing hell. Patton's voice is a rod of the evil space gods using lies to confuse and control you; he is a half-vaporized bulldog, a melancholy angel, Saturn's opera diva spitting up fire, a time-warped songbird-Pterodactyl. Akita's samples, downloaded from 3084 A.D., bring to mind the Warner Bros. Orchestra tuning up for a Porky Pig soundtrack. Like the science-villain he is, Akita sonically destroys Tokyo with the pitch of Mothra's hallowed cry and thump of Godzilla's merciless foot. You better find salvation soon, for Armageddon by way of alien invasion through your stereo is here. What did you expect in 2001, a hover-car? ipecac website