The prolific Craig Clouse is back with another fogged rush of scuzzy, psychedelic technoid funk - one for fans of Container, for sure.
Stiflingly lo-fi, Shit and Shine's electronic output is refreshingly free of frills. He's making techno on some level, but injects it with the sweaty energy of basement noise, letting his machines pop and stutter into a blown-out fuzz of noise and distortion. It's like Green Velvet jamming with Wolf Eyes, basically. On 'Death Perception', he muffles militaristic snares with queasy reverb, distant vocal echoes and stabbing bass sounds, while 'Jogging in Jeans' is a demented DSP exercise that sounds as if it's been left in the washer-dryer for an extra cycle. Even when he's working with relatively familiar ingredients - like the grinding 'I'm Trying to Watch the Fucking Telly' - Clause inevitably offsets the mood with tongue-in-cheek vocal samples or grubby breakdowns. Wonked as fuck.
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The prolific Craig Clouse is back with another fogged rush of scuzzy, psychedelic technoid funk - one for fans of Container, for sure.
Stiflingly lo-fi, Shit and Shine's electronic output is refreshingly free of frills. He's making techno on some level, but injects it with the sweaty energy of basement noise, letting his machines pop and stutter into a blown-out fuzz of noise and distortion. It's like Green Velvet jamming with Wolf Eyes, basically. On 'Death Perception', he muffles militaristic snares with queasy reverb, distant vocal echoes and stabbing bass sounds, while 'Jogging in Jeans' is a demented DSP exercise that sounds as if it's been left in the washer-dryer for an extra cycle. Even when he's working with relatively familiar ingredients - like the grinding 'I'm Trying to Watch the Fucking Telly' - Clause inevitably offsets the mood with tongue-in-cheek vocal samples or grubby breakdowns. Wonked as fuck.
The prolific Craig Clouse is back with another fogged rush of scuzzy, psychedelic technoid funk - one for fans of Container, for sure.
Stiflingly lo-fi, Shit and Shine's electronic output is refreshingly free of frills. He's making techno on some level, but injects it with the sweaty energy of basement noise, letting his machines pop and stutter into a blown-out fuzz of noise and distortion. It's like Green Velvet jamming with Wolf Eyes, basically. On 'Death Perception', he muffles militaristic snares with queasy reverb, distant vocal echoes and stabbing bass sounds, while 'Jogging in Jeans' is a demented DSP exercise that sounds as if it's been left in the washer-dryer for an extra cycle. Even when he's working with relatively familiar ingredients - like the grinding 'I'm Trying to Watch the Fucking Telly' - Clause inevitably offsets the mood with tongue-in-cheek vocal samples or grubby breakdowns. Wonked as fuck.
The prolific Craig Clouse is back with another fogged rush of scuzzy, psychedelic technoid funk - one for fans of Container, for sure.
Stiflingly lo-fi, Shit and Shine's electronic output is refreshingly free of frills. He's making techno on some level, but injects it with the sweaty energy of basement noise, letting his machines pop and stutter into a blown-out fuzz of noise and distortion. It's like Green Velvet jamming with Wolf Eyes, basically. On 'Death Perception', he muffles militaristic snares with queasy reverb, distant vocal echoes and stabbing bass sounds, while 'Jogging in Jeans' is a demented DSP exercise that sounds as if it's been left in the washer-dryer for an extra cycle. Even when he's working with relatively familiar ingredients - like the grinding 'I'm Trying to Watch the Fucking Telly' - Clause inevitably offsets the mood with tongue-in-cheek vocal samples or grubby breakdowns. Wonked as fuck.
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The prolific Craig Clouse is back with another fogged rush of scuzzy, psychedelic technoid funk - one for fans of Container, for sure.
Stiflingly lo-fi, Shit and Shine's electronic output is refreshingly free of frills. He's making techno on some level, but injects it with the sweaty energy of basement noise, letting his machines pop and stutter into a blown-out fuzz of noise and distortion. It's like Green Velvet jamming with Wolf Eyes, basically. On 'Death Perception', he muffles militaristic snares with queasy reverb, distant vocal echoes and stabbing bass sounds, while 'Jogging in Jeans' is a demented DSP exercise that sounds as if it's been left in the washer-dryer for an extra cycle. Even when he's working with relatively familiar ingredients - like the grinding 'I'm Trying to Watch the Fucking Telly' - Clause inevitably offsets the mood with tongue-in-cheek vocal samples or grubby breakdowns. Wonked as fuck.