Seven tracks of utterly dislocated electronic mayhem from a sound sculptor that cares less about form and function and instead triggers experimental electronics via fractured machines (it seems) and yet it somehow comes to life.
Blisteringly crunched together, shuffled and mangled to no (apparent) end
What more can be said about this project? Mitch Cramer operates under the MTCH guise and persistently creates vast and disparate glitch electronics from outer space, plain and simple. But not quite…
SKLPTOR essentially eradicates any preconceived notions of melody and structured rhythm. In its place we’re treated with a barrage of leftfield noises scattered in all directions and broken up by an infinitesimal amount of Autechrean debris that is generally aligned so to speak. Seemingly connected and at once eerie, there are drone elements buried deep in the fabric of this beat-infested cacophony—a myriad of found-sounds blisteringly crunched together, shuffled and mangled to no (apparent) end.
Seven tracks of utterly dislocated electronic mayhem from a sound sculptor that cares less about form and function and instead triggers experimental electronics via fractured machines (it seems) and yet it somehow comes to life. The only reprieve from these busted sonic shards comes in the form of the closing piece “Piqr”—a smoldering detritus of decomposed blips’n bleeps to calm things down slightly (if that’s even possible.)
Approach at your own risk and revel in this glitch manifest.