V/A : SYNTH MASSACRE : CASSETTE

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Do you hear it? The sudden shift in tone as a single line sends chills down your spine. The electronic trickles touch down upon your shoulder, as if a spider just ran across your back and darted off into the dark. Could it still be on you? Down your shirt perhaps? Or is it just a mirage as you explore this haunted studio? The cobwebs lying across discarded laptops, modular synthesizers, and vintage hardware makes you uncomfortable, less so than the old bloodstains that sprinkle the pieces like candy on ice cream. The cassette led you here; you’re sure of it. As to the reason why you’re uncertain, but you feel aloof and the shadows dance around you. More illusions? You’re not so sure. Your sanity is slowly escaping you. The only thing left to do is pass through the door to the back. It reads, “DO NOT ENTER,” but what foreboding sign wasn’t meant to be disobeyed? You grab the handle, and a deep breath is taken. A bead of sweat drips from your upper brow and down to the floor. You creak the door open, and it swi

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Do you hear it? The sudden shift in tone as a single line sends chills down your spine. The electronic trickles touch down upon your shoulder, as if a spider just ran across your back and darted off into the dark. Could it still be on you? Down your shirt perhaps? Or is it just a mirage as you explore this haunted studio? The cobwebs lying across discarded laptops, modular synthesizers, and vintage hardware makes you uncomfortable, less so than the old bloodstains that sprinkle the pieces like candy on ice cream. The cassette led you here; you’re sure of it. As to the reason why you’re uncertain, but you feel aloof and the shadows dance around you. More illusions? You’re not so sure. Your sanity is slowly escaping you. The only thing left to do is pass through the door to the back. It reads, “DO NOT ENTER,” but what foreboding sign wasn’t meant to be disobeyed? You grab the handle, and a deep breath is taken. A bead of sweat drips from your upper brow and down to the floor. You creak the door open, and it swi

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Brutal Resonance began in Sweden in 2009 by founder Patrik Lindstrom. The website quickly rose to prominence in the underground electronic scene by covering the likes of industrial, synthpop, EBM, darkwave, dark ambient, synthwave, and many, many other genres.

Brutal Resonance has since grown to be one of the more well established blogs covering both established and renowned artists with an emphasis on harsh honesty and critique.

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