Honeysmack
Live CD notes to
Honeysmack's HONEYSMACK LIVE CD, 1997
Bubble
& Squeak. Carved-up leftovers from one night's crappy
meal, frozen in a plastic bag and slam-dunked into a fry
pan the next morning. Acid. The shit that happens in your
stomach from eating 24hr supermarket food. Bubble &
Squeak. The pulsing, volcanic, liquid noise from analogue
filters, tweaked by envelope generators. Acid. The real
shit that happens when your wood-grained synth jams into
the suburban rock-out of a second hand fuzz box. Acid is
old skool that stood its ground. It stayed put, got more
pumped, turned things up too much, whacked it all through
compressors. Acid got fat like Sumo. Acid got icy like a
Slurpee. Acid got sweet like Honeysmack. Fuck LSD. Fuck
the globe. Fuck club culture. Fuck digital synthesis. Grit
your teeth, peel back your ear lobes and swallow whole the
sweet throb of Honeysmack's non-stop live-as-fuck Bubble
& Squeak.
