Tracklist
1 | I would like the entire police force to die | 0:30 | |
2 | Xresinhitx | 2:14 | |
3 | Cruisin | 0:40 | |
4 | Wake up to the your life | 0:47 | |
5 | Excised Catheter | 2:43 | |
6 | Nug Suppository | 1:17 | |
7 | Binchy | 1:21 | |
8 | Smash his face to death | 0:25 | |
9 | Choking on your hair | 3:30 | |
10 | Wet Dank | 1:08 | |
11 | Neeeeeeeee | 1:25 | |
12 | I Eat Your Unfuckers | 2:08 | |
13 | vdl 1 | 1:38 | |
14 | vdl 2 | 1:03 | |
15 | tutyityu4 | 5:15 | |
16 | vdl666000 (Live) | 2:02 | |
17 | vdl66666000 (Live) | 2:09 |
Pontiac Streator, Ulla, exael and Special Guest DJ convene as virtualdemonlaxative for this unhinged West Mineral.
The only info bundled with this one-off grind-trash sesh from the West Mineral crew is “cybergrind, danger music, FTP”. Through hoarse coughs, toxic belches and searing digital noise we’re introduced to virtualdemonlaxative - a crude effigy with one foot firmly lodged in Napalm Death’s genre-defining “Scum” and a bloody stump cauterized in the smoldering ashes of John Wiese’s painfully underrated “Soft Punk”.
Arrhythmic blast beats collapse into digi-spliced howls, pre-COVID crowd hum echoes beneath anxious alien babbling, searing feedback wails to a disconcerting climax. If the rest of the West Mineral catalogue is simmered in psychedelic sensuality, virtualdemonlaxative is a rare antivenom; it’s the disquieted sativa to Pontiac Streator, Ulla, exael and Special Guest DJ’s undulating indica. We’ve been informed informally that ‘Cruisin’ (forty seconds long) was performed and recorded in a moving vehicle, almost causing a car accident. There’s a metaphor here, but we’re tired - listen loud and fxcking riot.