Food For Animals, or FFA as we'll refer to them from now on, hail from Maryland USA, and can be glibly summed up as Dalek duelling The Bug with Merzbow adjudicating. This is their first album for CockRockDisco, with previous efforts appearing on Canada's Upper Class recordings/Muckamauck produce, and fits the label aesthetic of alternative noise based gear from the freakier end of the spectrum. Tracks like 'Mutumbo' sound like hype krunk, but of a seriously deranged kind with wild 8-bit chiptune melodies spanked to bits in the background while MC Vulture Voltaire gets processed into and out of the mix at will with a freeform abandon. MC Ricky Rabbit sounds very APC-like on ace industro-hopper 'Tween My Lips, and the digitally munched rhythms on 'Belly Kids' sound like Pita jamming with El-P for some kind of notion where we are, but you're not even half way there. These fellas take it out that bit further than most of the industrial minded hiphop crews, and the Max/MSP mangled production is heavily on point while and contains some actual forward funked moments. If you fancy having your head scrambled in a frightfully refreshing way, give this a crack becuase it does the job.
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Food For Animals, or FFA as we'll refer to them from now on, hail from Maryland USA, and can be glibly summed up as Dalek duelling The Bug with Merzbow adjudicating. This is their first album for CockRockDisco, with previous efforts appearing on Canada's Upper Class recordings/Muckamauck produce, and fits the label aesthetic of alternative noise based gear from the freakier end of the spectrum. Tracks like 'Mutumbo' sound like hype krunk, but of a seriously deranged kind with wild 8-bit chiptune melodies spanked to bits in the background while MC Vulture Voltaire gets processed into and out of the mix at will with a freeform abandon. MC Ricky Rabbit sounds very APC-like on ace industro-hopper 'Tween My Lips, and the digitally munched rhythms on 'Belly Kids' sound like Pita jamming with El-P for some kind of notion where we are, but you're not even half way there. These fellas take it out that bit further than most of the industrial minded hiphop crews, and the Max/MSP mangled production is heavily on point while and contains some actual forward funked moments. If you fancy having your head scrambled in a frightfully refreshing way, give this a crack becuase it does the job.
Food For Animals, or FFA as we'll refer to them from now on, hail from Maryland USA, and can be glibly summed up as Dalek duelling The Bug with Merzbow adjudicating. This is their first album for CockRockDisco, with previous efforts appearing on Canada's Upper Class recordings/Muckamauck produce, and fits the label aesthetic of alternative noise based gear from the freakier end of the spectrum. Tracks like 'Mutumbo' sound like hype krunk, but of a seriously deranged kind with wild 8-bit chiptune melodies spanked to bits in the background while MC Vulture Voltaire gets processed into and out of the mix at will with a freeform abandon. MC Ricky Rabbit sounds very APC-like on ace industro-hopper 'Tween My Lips, and the digitally munched rhythms on 'Belly Kids' sound like Pita jamming with El-P for some kind of notion where we are, but you're not even half way there. These fellas take it out that bit further than most of the industrial minded hiphop crews, and the Max/MSP mangled production is heavily on point while and contains some actual forward funked moments. If you fancy having your head scrambled in a frightfully refreshing way, give this a crack becuase it does the job.