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Motown Meltdown Vol. 2
[ GIGA021 2010 ]
Motown Meltdown Vol. 1
[ GIGA012 2008 ]
1. The warm up - blanketship
2. that girl's alright - qulfus
3. i'm coming out - blanketship
4. mr. baby postman - qulfus
5. heaven must have sent you - blanketship
6. stoned love - qulfus
7. bernadette i'll fucking kill you - blanketship
8. sad clown - qulfus
9. tears in vain - qulfus
10. blanketown - blanketship
11. a song about truth - qulfus
"I can wholeheartedly recommend it. If you're interested in hearing some seriously demented re-workings of classic old Motown tunes, then this is the album for you…"
-Snap, Crackle and Pop
"The resulting Vol 2. goes from insane brokenbreaks glitch of Vytear to achingly sad tracks from Blanketship, to more hypnagogic drones from Beaks Plinth and manic cutups and loops of T H E M A Y S and Lord Tang. Definitely not Motown as you’ve heard it before! "
"I think they took the Motorcity sound to "Git Mo" to torture it before they murdered it. Mess with the Bull and you get the horns. Mess with U.M.G.'s tracks and get a Cease and Desist letter,soon hopefully.
I have sampled in the past and may again in the future,but I never inhaled...whatever these guys did. "
-D.J. from WFMU blog comments
"...I also drove through a Taco Bell and stuffed down two 89-cent cheesy beef burritos in the parking lot while enjoying the dissonant harmonics of Qulfus. I had actually turned up the volume while at the drive-thru window, which is really not like me to do. It was worth it, to feel like the weirdest middle-aged white woman in North County.
The server was cheerful, extremely cheerful in fact. I felt ashamed afterward. Was he thinking I was the weirdest middle-aged white woman in North County?...
Then I switched to a track off the Motown Meltdown CD and let the psychotic warpage wash over me. Leaving me little to no time to read the book I'd brought along, but that's OK. The interior of the car was almost dark anyway.
"Sheeeeeesssssaaaaa sssuuuuuuuupeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr ffffrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeak."
When Malcolm returned from the mall with Hana, I was in a fine mood. Meat suits me. I haven't been eating enough and was feeling puny and headachy. Need more meat. Ground beef, to be exact.
It was an evening well spent, alone. "That's why I'm easy! Easy like Sunday morning!""
--from the ongoing blog of The Malleable Synthesist