I think I developed a pretty healthy distrust of authority early on, and I guess that's when I started seriously listening to music too. A got my hands on this Dead Kennedys and Cramps mixed tape and played it until it was totaly worn down. Don't get me wrong, I'd listened to lots of music before that but nothing I'd actually paid attention to. By the time that tape stopped playing, I knew every song inside out and backwards. I loved it, and I loved it because it made sense to me. 'Walk Like An Egytian' never made sense to me, but 'Moon Over Marin' did. So that's that, my personal cultural and political enlightenment, all on one 60 minute tape. Eventually my musical and political interests became more extreme, and while I still loved punk, when I first heard Skinny Puppy 'Bites', I knew I had been missing something.

No surprise here; highschool was a farce. Hated school, hated the students (with some exceptions), hated the teachers (with fewer exceptions), I hated the whole damned package, and I needed a way to get frustration out of me. So I bought a synthesizer and a MIDI card for my computer. My early music (done under an array of angsty monicers), was something along the lines of Kraftwerk goes to the carnival on bad pharmaceuticals. It was disjointed and gloomy, and it was exactly what I wanted to be doing. Within 6 months I dropped out of highschool, covered half of my basement in a crappy orange tarp and started moving oil drums in. After saving a little more cash, I bought a 4 Track, and put out my first tape as cYlIndErhEd (after Cylinderhed World by Pigface). Eventually I went back to school and headed off to University.

To my dismay, university was just like highschool, but with older assholes. Money was tight, and dropping out wasn't an option for me at that point so I started trying to get the most out of what I had. My computer became a more prominant instrument in my music, letting me sample in breaks and noise clips. I had a friend at the radio station, and I managed to get my stuff played with some frequency. Apparently I even got some requests. So this was black h3ll1k0pt3r. Angrier and heavier than cYlIndErh3d. The content of the songs got harder too, as I tried to work my interests into my tightly regimented studies. black h3ll1k0pt3r is a good project, and I still keep it alive, but when I moved to 'the big city' after university, I knew I had to do something different.
I was happy to be back in a place where I could go to some good clubs, catch some decent bands, and meet people who weren't assholes. Wait for it .... no luck here either. I guess I lost touch with the Industrial and Electronic 'scene'. Sure I knew that Blink 182 was passing for punk, but I the European Synth-pop revival came at me out of left field. Here were these bands that babbled about how much The Swans and Einsturzende Neubauten influenced them, and they were continually rewritting Pet Shop Boys tunes. Worse, yet the lyrical content was pure drivel. Suicide, angtst, love, lost love, angsty love, suicidal love, absolutely nothing to redeem the weak music that it was wrapped in. And everyone loved it. Throw on some Chemlab, and the dance floor goes dead, throw on Eurneudo and everyone's hopping. It was the soma for the counter-culture apparently cause these people didn't give a fuck about what was going on around them. All they needed to know was where they could spend another $100 on PVC pants,, and that Trent Reznor was still the heaviest fuckin' thing this side of Depeche Mode.

So I often found myself heading back to my place and throwing on music out my collection. I'll openly admit that a sappy Belgian moaing over a bass beat can be pretty catchy, but four hours of it leaves you feeling pretty empty. So I decided to do something about that keep on playing the 'remember the good old days when ...' game. I had a pretty good I dea of where I was going with the sound ... anywhere but angsty plastic dance music. I 4 bar drum and bass loop and 3 distortion pedals later UNITUS had worked out the beginings of it's first song. I tried to put a message in my music, my personal ideals, but I wanted to avoid building musical sermons, so I let the project become more emotional that musical. The process seemed to work. Within 2 months, I had a full disc. It was noisey, heavy, and grim, just what I wanted. So now, 6 months later, I see not much has changed, so UNITUS stays.


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