WHY I HATE THE
DRUM MACHINE
It's a rock solid line to nowhere, patterns of repetition
and cheap-sounding noises. The splay of too many notes,
too high and treble somehow, not like a drum at all.
I don't understand the concept - it being the presence
of hands-on tempo and definition being sought. Nothing
of that comes out of this at all. It's pure lazy grain.
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Falsity and hallelujah alike; not worth a graft or a
contortion. I am the humbled servant of another school,
beating in jungles on tom-toms for message and urgent
sound. Why not resound? What is this electronic ticker,
instead? A pale staccato pacemaker - like an old
woman wears to bed. Better the silence, to me.
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Junkers and narrow-minds; the sort of men
who wish to stay out-land, afar, distanced.
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