I'd love to sound more like :Wumpscut: or Katscan or someone like that but I'm afraid that's unlikely. I've spent too many years looking for proper industrial punk bands and the sort of hairy European misanthropes that float my boat, but come up empty, so I thought I'd do it myself. That said, I cringe listening to my own tunes - which unfortunately I've been known to do sometimes; possibly because they're all gloriously unhinged. I suppose Jandek and Suckdog are role models as well then.
Does this break the 'evil Nihilistic bleakness' third wall a bit? I always wonder that about industrial and post-industrial groups. They all sound so sensible and dour. That said, I'd like to think my real life is somewhat grim, and I'm not just moaning on about Nazi zombies or cybernetic hookers or something. You get a lot of dental references in my stuff. Much as I try not to glorify it, that's probably because I've been known to chew sweet dripping fuck out of myself on occasion and would at least like to be allowed to complain about that decidedly unorthodox state of affairs occasionally.
The attitude of Whitehouse, Brighter Death Now, Swans and Painslut filtered through the crappy techno pop bleepery of whatever modern toss I'm subconsciously influenced by, I suppose.
Right, that's enough bands name-dropped. Just listen to it if you're curious.
Started at age 18 with my best friend Mick. There were billions of songs, all helpfully evaporated. He appears to be dead now, somewhat inconveniently, so it's just me grumbling on 11 years later.
Edit: Oh no it's not! Found a guitarist at the end of 2014 - '4 Minute Warning'. Cue loads more songs... ah, finally.
I've tried it a few times on a small-scale, but not for a hell of a long time. I can't say there's the greatest market for this sort of thing round here.
I listen to Katscan and Mechanical Cabaret a lot. Beyond that, :Wumpscut:, Foetus and Sheep On Drugs. Oddly enough, I'm a big fan of Navicon Torture Technologies, but I've yet to find a way to shamelessly freeload off that into my own sound.
Reason, Redrum Drum Machine (came with Reason), Goldwave, Oxygen25 Keyboard, Yamaha DD5 Drum Pad, Philips Voice Tracer, Jawharp, C Harmonica, an odd selection of documentary samples plus the occasional snippet of me going batshit mental, my incredibly sore throat.
Not the highest production values ever, but I am indeed stuck in a small, stained room, in a shitty Essex village near the most banal yuppie hipster town in Christendom. Good luck running an industrial solo-project from there. Then again, Nitzer Ebb did it, the stupidly talented bastards.
Oh yes, and all those preview pics are details of personal paintings taken from my ill-advised art portfolio