(ER007) Pulveratricious & Consistency Nature – Music Is Poison

An album for children! A collaboration by myself and the newly founded Pulveratricious. The man behind such a peculiar nom de plume is also responsible for many album covers upon netlabels and the most maddening album I know of “Good Tones” under the name “Mohallah”. What we have here for you on Effluvia is spiteful contradictions. Further we affirm ourselves into the great chaos of the cosmos by tumbling into our respective chaos proudly and shrewdly. Crashing through our own boundaries and renouncing all foundations hidden within philosophy. Never stop the mind from snapping, crackling, and popping. Rules are for chumps, so contradict yourself. Break your rules and drink the venomous vile of perception. Moisten those decaying lips why don’t you? What we have here for you are seven tracks made speedily, intuitively, nihilistically, and flawed! Homegrown vapid synth discordance and hasty drum and silverware clanks dongs and clinks. Fingers slamming on the keys. Knobs turned like they were convulsing hurricane eyes. Poison yourself. Give absolute freedom a listen. Give insipid chaos a listen. Prepare to be alienated!

Album: Music Is Poison

Artist: Pulveratricious & Consistency Nature

Bitrate: 64 kbps

Format: mp3

August 2011







1. Ode To Bile Bears (5:04)

2. Sword Swallowing Gone Awry (2:04)

3. The Ass Whooping (1:22)

4. Dickus Dickus (6:40)

5. Greasy Chicken Fingas (Featuring Thomas Baragona) (3:03)

6. The Last Breath of a Rabbi (2:58)

7. Music Is Poison (1:37)


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Emanate the residue, my friends. All foundations have dismantled. The veils have all lifted. The stench of rot is in the air. Breathe in the aroma deeply, my friends. You, a fellow secreter of radiance and soul. Let us dissolve reality and float about in the primordial world where everything imaginable comes to pass. Come, transcend the mud by digging into it. My friends, let us bask in the effluvia of it all!






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