Strobosonic is a brown bag lunch packed with enough DSP shrapnel and glazed breaks to fill your head for a month. Make sure your mom packs enough toothpicks! 

Marcanta starts off the comp with a mind abduction into a field of blast metal fragments and laser sheets. Guttural alien birth defects and robot trilobytes make way for fractal breaks and ADHD typewriter gated rhythms. Epic ending on this one! Carrot sticks traded for fruit roll up. 
Synthamesk follows with an 4 gigabyte string section backed by a tightly programmed break basket. This one tickles my classic jungle spot big time. Bass joy alien toast fest inter spliced with those strangz! Great mouth feel! 
Synthamesk pounds us again with another epic break shred on track 3. Gladiator aura surrounds the twisted shim sham drum work while the crowd cheers for another lion lunch sacrifice. Wipe! 
Synthamesk plugs hole #4 with a pounder! Amen wind tunnel abuse and classic rave epilepsy pokes us in all the right cortex holes until we are cast out into a K-hole of reverb tail consciousness and a dirty bathroom floor filled with empty plastic water bottles. Unemployed part time janitor Current Value, cleans up the mess the following morning cursing under his breath. PB and J with extra crusts glued on. Thanks MOM!
Next, Marcanta slips his digits back into us with Miomblo. Ground filter acid twitch succumbs to wet photons blasts and melodic snare ladders. Future highway night drive jams galore cast forth by total alien mongoloid bass rips. It all gets nicely defiled by a herd of super rez Weather Report theremin sperm blankets. Mating time with triangle folded paper napkin.
Up next -> BLAERG. Meticulously cleansed sonic packets encompass your head prepping you for the infusion of hi-res kicks and synth rollups. Reduced to a puddle, you lie helpless as a giant mutant octopus unfurls it’s steel wool tentacles all over your naked brain! Tiny red plastic dip stick cheese spreader cuts lines of cracker dust. Bump!
BLAERG follows BLAERG with Unnecessaria. Chordal wet wipes of polysynth disinfectant slide over your gaping maw only to get gobbled up by punchy little DSP slugs flexing tight little drum kits. Elastic and distracted in the best way. Should have been the sound track to Matty McCaugnahay getting sucked into the 4th dimension and ending up in a bookshelf of tracker commands and deconstructed Lone Stars.
Next we find BLAERG hunched in the dark recesses of a sweaty cave chewing on the rancid corpse of Marcanta’s Miomblo. Rezzy poly curtains and reptile harpsichord drones frame tight streams of space trash entering and leaving us before we can call Green Peace 2032. Total juice box extraction.
The DSP Twinkie to round out the event is Daed’s Marcantanation. Spacial fungus plays hide and seek at the edge of pound town while a throbbing bass downward dog parts the outer lips and lets us slide into a suspended field of verby mist and granular Buddy Rich tard mangle. It all gets swept under a melodic welcome mat of glass columns and gated blackouts. Tissue please!

released September 1, 2015 

Marcanta is Julian Alnemark - soundcloud.com/marcanta 
Synthamesk is Alain Savoie - soundcloud.com/synthamesk 
Blærg is Scott Wehman - soundcloud.com/blaerg 
Daed is Ian Lambert - soundcloud.com/daed 

Artwork by Droon - William Ghysels - www.droon.org