Presenting, with some love, a lovingly assembled collection of all the pop hits from the first 10 years of Dressed in Wires. Sugar Beat Sugar Drum makes no apologies; an album of post-traumatic wrong-cocked Sampledelica, 16-bit kronktronics, and dub-wave Wasteline. A shameless exercise in generation-defining glittery neo-goatsepop, it's a perfect soundtrack for the party that went wrong that you never wanted in the first place. Take it like you want it.
All songs have been remastered, there's a couple of redux versions of old ones not heard before, and a brand new one.
It's on Compact Disc. The Compact Disc is available via the link below, a Paypal name-your-price price. In a surprising move, the CDs are not Limited Edition, although they are hand-numbered, and also the sounds will be made available via streaming and mp3 sites for once. Don't get yourselves too worked up about that. There is a downloadable version on mp3 for free to accompany the physical version. Take time to note it is NOT a replacement for the physical version.
Feel free to dance to, kiss to, laugh at, laugh with, sing with, hold hands to, fight to, fight with, and fall in love to these songs, they are for you, and will never be made available for commercial appropriation.
This release contains rude language, explicit content and other adult themes, and as such is not suitable for children ears.
===> Here's your download link! <===(and here's that pay-mer-mer-mer-what-you-think paypal link, to donate, or to order the CD):
Release Date: October the 8th, 2012
Imprint: Bear With Me Records
Format: CD, mp3
1 Wholesome American Fun, Like All Blonde Hair And Shit (7" edit)
3 Toot Sweet
4 Knuckle Shampoo
6 Acid Peel (radio edit)
8 Midi Wink
9 Wide On (radio edit)
10 Bloodsz Too Wite
11 Foxy Boxing < precauciones importantes (2008 Redux)
12 And Observe This New, Curious Beast (7” Edit)
13 Gan Mentals (7" edit)
14 That Rarest of Beasts; Hey Parabola, Crack Chikin/nex Nine Times For Sunshine!
There were promotional videos for most of the songs. Here they are:
Here's some supplementary internet fanny-ons.
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.