Kid 606. Violent Turd records. Made in New Zealand 2002.

The loudest, most uncredited collection of clips released by the otherwise loud and credible Kid, with the disclaimer "all songs not written by Kid 606". A completely raucous off-the-wall paean to sampling culture, maniacal throughout, and filled with other people's music. If you mapped out the material, the mandala would make Kurzweil explode. Do it! Here's a track list and, since there aren't any "lyrics", an example of what happens if you mistakenly try to pay attention while the album is on.

1.mp3 killed the cd star (11:14)

A little grainy fist slams into Eminem traveling light speed toward a gnome with a harmonica eating in his sleep choking on the. . ."What's that Hailey?" says "I want to get high like you." cymbals marching along the driving drumandbassand mumbling something back into old times on the railroad gang unable to stop those rocks from Fuck itFuck it Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it in the wellfare wagon Just Shake that Ass Bitch and Let me see What you Got miaimi hardhouse palms and that Bully movie where insane malcontent Floridians crush skulls with bats, but thats not quite it and fades Just Shakin' It out to the Video Killed the Radio Star shamelessly lifted into white label beats alongside a glockenspiel declaring Fight For Survival rastafari style

2.never underestimate the value of a holler (vipee-pee mix) (14:23)

Hit me. Hit me. hits the incomprehensible Get Yo Freak On to thick gong disc sounds spinning backwards laser-like and disintegrating rapidly hearing hints of Jay-Z so degraded to become a masturbatory sci-fi epic, but not yet give you a taste Holla Dont copy me Dont copy me Dont copy me Dont copy mecopyme copyme copyme copyme copyme copmecopy mecopymecopymecopymecopymecopymecopy me COPY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE rythm returns Big Pimpin' out on the yacht's deck to fall back in bass Talkin' Talkin' Talkin' booty and Eminem again sped up tryin' to bring trouble We be Big Pimpin' Spendin' G's rolls out with more Twix commericals? Oooohhhh Yeeahhh. Thump thump back to Ferris Bueller and radio champions Holla taken to the cleaners with no time to think over the Ozzy riff looping in delayed toms snares cowbells All right now! Won't you listen. . . DohDoh, DohDoh king return crackling 80's classic with

3.kiddy needs a new pair of laptops (9:47)

OooooohhhhOooOOooh. take a look around. However do you want me. How ever do you need me. And its slow and kinda lame and like what's this shit? but then the bulbous low down gut wrenching strikes to skratch a much more recognizable groove returning from Theramin if you move too quick Oh Ay Oh you are fallin like a domino OhAyOhAyOh Walk Like An Egyptian sitting there at seven or so watching MTV fades and repeats

4.rebel girl (3:41)

Rebel girl Rebel Girl guitar and trying to catch that soundbyte and that tempo in the back disguising Nintendo and screaming blue pill voices I Really Like It pieced together out of snippets of itself descrambled in tv code and torqued in spinning glaze I Really Like It I Really Wanna Be

5.smack my glitch up (6:41)

Echoes feet clapping hands stomping NahNahNah NahNahNahNahNah from some car commercial no ones seen and maybe Ring My Bell cool like Sade seductive house and Boy Its More Than I Think You Think About Won't You Stay Won't You Stay backpeddling LaLaLa LaLaLaLaLa More Than I I I Boy More Think See diced, chopped and decaying obsessively, compulsively and right out the other side.

6.this is not my statement (4:05)

couldn't look you in the eye. you looked like an angel. you're so very special. I wish I was special. but I'm a creep. crackle crackle thump I want you to notice when I'm not you're so fucking special. What the hell am I doing here. I dont belong here. whistle pop crackle tines of forks and soft exploding pods. I don't belong here.

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