Harsh noisecore/power electronics meets turntable-ism.

This is a lost album, released in the late 90s on cassette. I found it in a box I have been ripping through. The original cover was on pink paper, the image on it a picture of Ed Gein's Plainfeld farmhouse. I'm titling it that for that reason. The original artwork and song titles are gone, so I've recreated it and re-titled the tracks. A lot of times songs I make are reworked numerous times and don't have lyrics, so the names are just a vibe a had when listening to it. I had to rename the tracks I didn't remember as I remastered. Remastering went pretty light; this is pretty close to the original recording that was about 100 copies out there.

This was originally F2RC's half of a split tape with VVL, a noise artist from Canada. The guy from VVL approached me out of the blue, said he loved my Unearthed compilation and wanted to do a release. We exchanged masters to dub off copies and I sent him a bunch of covers for what we came up with.

So I push the tape, send promos to zines, trade it with friends, get it on shelves at the little indie hole in the wall record stores I had relationships with, do all I can to get it out there, and write the guy a couple months later. In my letter about a new comp I was working on, I ask him how the split was received to whomever he gave it to. He writes back like 3 lines to the the effect of "I thought you would make it a pro dub release with nice cover like your comp, I just threw what you sent me in the garbage".

This was discouraging to me since I really liked what I had put together here and had really done my best to prop this guy up. This is the problem with some people in the noise scene..somehow, against all odds, despite releasing noise being basically commercial suicide, despite the fact that almost no venues will book noise acts, we still have a persistent strain of clowns who think their shit smells like roses. The guy behind VVL- and notice I'm not saying the name of his "band" because without doing so it's a certainty that 99.99% of the world don't know who the fuck I'm talking about- is a perfect example of that hubris. The sort of dipshit who moves and shakes just enough behind the scenes to get his whack music pressed into some colored vinyl with other peoples' money in hopes that they could sell it to the avant pre-hispter coffee house dwellers of the late 90s for 3 bucks a record.

VVL guy, fuck you. You stole my time, my energy, and you took advantage of my openness and generosity to try and push your shitty "Brand" out into the ether to sell some of your crappy merch. You are not an artist, you are not an honest person, and if somebody gave me one of your shitty CDs/records, I wouldn't even make a coaster out of the fucking thing, let alone pollute my sound system by listening to it. I'd smash it, pulverize it, grind it into powder, and as I threw it into the trash I'd shed a tear for the planet earth, because when you took the resources that went into making your "product" , which will now be sitting in a landfill for thousands of years, you committed a crime against nature that is oh so fucking sad.