this was initially written for inclusion in a project
entitled 'the cynicide collaboration', which was created on the
initiative of jon and included myself on bass and sean on vocals. it was
supposed to be a straight ahead alternative rock song, which was the
style of that act, and you can hear the remnants of that within the song
structure. that project never got off of the ground, so the track was
moved to it's successor project: rabit iz wolf, which consisted of just
myself and sean. a 25+ minute version exists with sean on vocals, but we
eventually agreed that it was not a rabit iz wolf song but one of my
own projects with sean on vocals (rabit was moving towards a psychedelic
folk feel, while this track moves into industrial and noisy ambience).
rabit didn't break up so much as it faded away; after some time, i
decided that i wanted to replace the vocals, which were heavily modified
and came off as sort of awkward. they were replaced with samples, and
the track was turned into a dark, satirical attack on everything from
the mainstream media's approach to the 9/11 attacks to internet dating
sites and what would eventually turn into sites like facebook. in time, i
grew tired of explaining the message to people who completely
misinterpreted it and simply removed the samples, leaving a 25 minute
noise-rock catastrophe that sounds roughly something like a
collaboration between trent reznor, sonic youth and boredoms and that
i've labelled as my fourth symphony.
this was written in 2001,
constructed/composed/recorded in roughly it's current form in 2002,
remixed in 2003, reassembled in 2007 and remastered in 2009. i think i'm
finally done with it...
that does, however, leave multiple existing
versions of the track. they will all be dumped onto bandcamp in the near
future. for now, there is only this one:
i'm
also going to point out that the idea of a "trepanation nation" has
been picked up recently by some metal bands. i'm not a fan of metal, and
doubt i had much influence on their adoption of the concept. however, i
did think it up *first* and will not take kindly to suggestions
otherwise. it may be coincidence, but they have to eat that, not me.
sorry. my primary influences at the time were as mentioned.
