The most daring moments of Secret Science are the Doc Moreau mash-ups of completely opposite tonalities. There are moments when 16-bit fanboyism collides with an equal fervor for Depeche Mode. Peter Murphy nu metal nightmares and goth-hop. If there is a cohesive thread of thought, it’s only that disparate sounds should be forcefully bred to create hybrids the world can’t wait to willfully shun. But not us. Not this cross-hatch of oddities. We’ll wear our black combat boots and Wu-Tang shirts with no worry. We’ll speak about Rammstein with admiration even as we secretly listen to the latest LX Sweat while speeding running Super Metroid. While hideous when putting a mirror to itself, this is the reflection a very large subsect of the world has been trying to create for decades. All interests in one pool, free from gentrification and delineation.
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