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TITLE
My Computer Eats An Acid Trip Remix
FORMAT
12"

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CATALOG #
BPC 103EP BPC 103EP
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
11/21/2005

Don't expect to hear some sort of "Soft Parade" on this record. Sylvie Marks and Hal9000 graced their computer a consciousness raising excursion on their album Krazee (BPC 098) with the track "My Computer Eats an Acid Trip." Listen how it came to be that the computers of Tomas Anderssonand BPC newcomer Dexter had to go to sleep. Sylvie Marks and HAL900 were working on a track when they suddenly heard a ringing surprise in their machine. The processor is forced into trouble as the uploaded pieces of the music program run amok. It is thus given a good dose of psychotropic side effects just like the devil would have wanted it. It growled, rattled, and chirped until the screen flickered with a rainbow of psychedelic colors. The computer swallowed calls for help of the sweat-drenched producers and relayed them in a sponge-like call or goat-like whine, ending it all with a laugh. The rhythm maker was the only thing that kept going, encouraging Sylvie Marks and HAL9000 to successfully complete rescue attempts. They decided to write off all drugs after this experience and ended this fiasco by pouring out a glass of water. As everyone knows, acid blocks filters that protect our brain against over-stimulating effects. The trip itself is about determined and relentless information cells pouring in. It's always interesting to examine this. That's why: staying true to abstinence, curiosity is what pushed Sylvie Marks and HAL9000 like never before. They decided to send their mixture with a smile to friends Dexter and Tomas Andersson. It was yet to be determined how their machines would react, virus warnings were supplemented somewhere on the instruction sheet. Dexter's computer experiences a moment of clarity. Look here, this is how it could be today; a crispy clear error message: "There is acid in my system!" and then it marches along with a relentless beat and bass drum. Listen to the angel sounds and strings. This box is floating in heaven! The machine tumbles and gets tipsy, the pressure valves rattle, and a whirlwind blows into synthetic synapses. "Trip!" is what the scratched-up chorus of virtual drag queens yells, falling back into convulsive jerking. Computers on acid: you almost want the experience yourself!