"a face-melting collision of overdriven circuits and wonky beats that's a headfuck in all the best ways" - Narc Magazine

Dressed In Wires is not supposed to be doing this. It is a needless distraction. Nevertheless, here it is, ready for release: Gait Not Hate Since '98. 15 years of poor decision making, underachievement, and squandered opportunities condensed and contorted into a 60 minute slab city of battle-hardened Technokronk, dronemash, techstep and Gloop-Hop that leaves no stone unfrigged. Are you happy now, is this what you wanted?

If there's really not at least some small thing in here that you like, then I really don't know what else I can do to help you out. Could you try playing it louder?


Bear With Me Records.

Available for downloads, itunes, streaming so all your spotifys and that. There are also Limited Edition physical compact discs.

if you want to have it it's hardly any money at all, and there's also a free download version for conessions, down below if you reckon that option's for you.

Banccamp; the FULL version is not streamable, as their site cannot handle work of this size. All the remixies are streamable though, and the link is there to download all at PAY WHAT YOU WANT, or buy the CD.

be WARY of itunes for this as they have priced it as an album. Get it from elsewhere!!




Don't panic if you've not got the cash spare right now, the free version, available for conessions, is available here, if you reckon that option's for you. (click 'more' and select Download.)



You also have the choice to view an accompanying bitcrushed, 16bit-tastic video on the internet:

And another, this is one of the little remixies. You'll notice it's not positioned very well in the middle of the page, and this is because there's no budget or time for proper web design here. Did our best.


Click here for some excellent merchandise links, lots of wearable options.



Here's some supplementary internet fanny-ons.





http://www.myspace.com/dressedinwires LOLLLOL!




Nothing could faze Dressed In Wires. He brought with him bad fortune, right from the first, as could be expected. Not a living soul in all the town was glad to see him. He sat on the back steps of the Hale house, lazily picking at his broken Dell.

DiW's Simondo Topless drags you bleeding and kicking through a tumult of Laptronica, Post-Gabba, Blip-Hop, Glitch-Hop, Chip-Hop, 8-bitronica, Wreckstep, Fuckstep, Kronk, Breakcunt, Bootmash, Dub-Bass Splattercore, Harsh Clunge, Thugstep, Powerpop, Noisewhore, and Wrongtronica, not in any order. All from his souped-up, heavily modded, hacked & cracked laptop, precariously wired together with a few guitar distortion pedals and dilapidated Midi tomfoolery.

When the supper was ready, he pushed the children of the household out of the way and served himself a big meal, although there had been barely enough white meat to go round. After eating he settled himself in the best and warmest sleeping place in the front room and was untroubled by dreams.