WHEN YOU COME OUT UR SHIT IS GONE
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WHEN YOU COME OUT UR SHIT IS GONE
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Lost phone
*you are at home, doing your stuff (watching tv/cooking meal/drawing/surfing the internet/etc.). Suddenly, you hear that something fell on the ground. You heard that something was not big, like a phone or a book. You decided to check what was that. You went out from your flat/house, and you noticed a phone on the ground with a heart charm.*
*there was a message on the phone. It said that it was from unknown. You picked up the phone*
*You checked if the phone was not broken from falling. For your surprise, it was not broken. The message was still blinking, signaling that a person got a new message. You shout for asking if somebody lost their phone. But nobody answered.*
*you were thinking whom this phone is belong to. You decided to check the message. On the message there was a video. An unknown girl with wings and blue halo was trying to say something, but the video was glithchy*
???: "H-Hello?...Ą̠̭̠̜̼̹̊ͧ̀͢-ͤ̄͗̔̍̏͊́͏̸̼̘ͅĄ̩̟̥̻̞ͭ̇ͭ̃̍͋̕͢n̴͙̭̱̳̥̺͓ͪ̿͠y̿̽̓͘͏͓̮b̧̛͈̞ͤͯ̇ͭͫͅǫ͈̙̤̰̑ͬ̍̊ͧͮ͛͟͞d̖̬̻̳̖̮̳̍ͨ̿̓ͩ̓͐͘͡ỹ̜̞̝̞̺͍͓̜̋̆͌ͤ̿́?̶͎̣͗ͣ̿̉ͧͨͧͨ̕̕?? If you got this video...please....for god sake.....Ḋ̡̫̮͉͐͋̂̈͋ơ̰̦̄ͭ́̕n̳̳̞̆́́'̷̳̠̤̦̭̱͎̻̀ť̡̖͡ ̞ͯ̈͂̉̿͒̑ͨͅg̶̟̰͓̼ͨͥͩ̐͂͑o̸̢̠̊̐͛̋͗̂ͤͤ̔́ ̵̶͖̯̮͍̓̽͒̐̒͡t̵̝̖͙̱̯̲̞̦͇ͫ̔ͫ̏͌̂ͭ̓̒ò̄̿̈́҉̭͚͚̮̰ ̴̸̧͖̭͖̲̻̜̂t̒ͮ҉̤͉̼͓͎͇͟͜ͅͅh͍̤̳̳̩̤̜̃͂̓̊̔̈́͑̐́ĕ̸̵ͬ̀̔ͪͨͧ͐̍͏̗̥̭̤̳͓ ̷̟̱̯̹͔̠͈̎ͫ̕͡ḓ͔͎͈͑ͫ͒͋͋̈̔͂ͯͅa͔͎̣ͣ̒͒͛ͨ͌ͨ͝ȓ̵̝͖̭̤̬̬̔́͞k̴̶̟͙̣̜̻͆͗ ̐̅͆ͩ̑҉̡͖a͐̂͏̶̸͕̺l̙͕̩̠ͯ̎̑̌̈́́͋͛̈́l͎͔͔̳̺͇͒̇͌e̛̱͛͜y̛͖͇͊͐ͣͫͥ̉ͪ̂́
*the video ended on this moment. The voice of this girl was scared and shaked*
What will you do?
(You can answer with drawing or text, both are appreciated^^)
INTERBEING will be releasing on Bedlam Tapes Thursday, November 9th, with a limited run of 100 cassettes, and 100 CDs. While You wait for the release, check out this incredible double music video for tracks 2 and 3 of INTERBEING to give you a taste of the raw face-melting power of FIRE-TOOLZ.
Angel Marcloid makes music under too many names to list, but her FIRE-TOOLZ moniker has come to host some of her most complex and expressive compositions to date. Sculpted from warped signifiers hyperlinked from a litany of genres including electro-industrial, jazz fusion, black metal, vaporwave, and noise improv, FIRE-TOOLZ's music takes on its own chimeric character both reminiscent in the hyper-specificity of its mangled tropes and alien in its tightly structured composite. Far from indulging in sterile experiments in production, Marcloid herself shines (or self-immolates) at the center of her project with searing lead vocal performances that flit between screams, croons, barks, and whispers. Her lyrics grapple with trauma and obsession, as she processes her experiences as a transgender girl through the lens of an infinite oneness with all beings that seems to justify the grueling existence of these sacks of meat that hold our consciousnesses.
INTERBRING, her third full-length album as FIRE-TOOLZ, follows 2017's Drip Mental (Hausu Mountain) and 2016's Even The Files Won't Touch You (Depravity Label). The album represents a shift away from the axis of grab-bag sample recontextualization toward arrangements brimming with live instrumentation and original, performance-based composition. Marcloid's tracks smash the baroque harmonic frameworks and smooth textures of fusion into webs of blastbeat metal or four-on-the-floor techno percussion, all struck through with flashes of synthetic noise and empty space that destroy any semblance of rhythmic coherence. Every style that Interbeing cycles through in its time-dilating 40 minute duration finds its counterpoint a few moments away: stomping dancefloor-ready grids crumble with the introduction of billowing saxophone lines; passages of gorgeous ambient drift segue into garbled and glitched nonsense; jackhammer drum programming colludes with chintzy preset video game tones. Like an exaggerated dystopian version of the eclectic listener who finds joy in juxtaposing genres or moods while building a playlist, Fire-Toolz makes room within the context of one project for endless recombination and fragmentation beyond any constraints - all to give us some inkling, however small it may be, of what lies at her core.
Whenever I get POTG worthy moments I can and will make the most of it.
My phone just glitched and I have no clue where this audio came from
Some POTGs I’m proud of!