It is a pleasure to get Worship at the Throne of the Oscillator in ahead of deadline because Dante Augustus Scarlatti has been a busy guy and I haven’t had the chance to document any of it here. THIS ENDS NOW! Scarlatti treads a nightmarish path between noise, soundtrack-y scenery, drone, and experimental stretches that may never be properly defined by genre, and as crazy as it makes me feel about the future I’ve probably described hundreds of tapes the same way. But that’s what’s happening. It’s all a mish-mash, and it’s glorious at times in the hands of this young thug who instills a curious sense of soul into his all-out mega-blasts against the Chondritic audio hell that made him the man he is today. I can’t say with surety that you won’t get hurt on your journey to worship the most evil oscillator I’ve yet encountered, but I can assert for certain that you’ll learn a hell of a lot about yourself. A whisper in the noise will be the least of your problems when the blackened hordes of Scarlatti’s imagination converge upon you like knights in the dim night. EXecute them, master.
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