What is there to say about Otto von Schirach? Well, one thing is for sure: he seems to be utterly off his rocker. Listening to his music is like listening to the frenzied sounds of hell, and can be summed up as the equivalent of being punched in the face for no reason, musically speaking. However, it's the kind of blow that leaves you feeling bewildered and wanting to understand how, and why, this happened. This album is no different. Each track sounds like it was individually murdered, butchered, and then stitched back together; almost like a musical variant of Frankenstein's monster. I think it's safe to say that after listening to the whole album, it feels like a total exercise of the mind to even comprehend what the hell you just listened to, but one that will prove to be more than worthwhile. That being said, Global Speaker Fisting destroys everything I thought I knew about IDM and breakcore, and has made me want to look into both genres further. It's vile, it's gratifying, and it leaves me yearning for more.
You can find it here.
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