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MONKEY 028LP
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Double LP version with embossed front cover. Born in the Bermuda Triangle, Supermeng, aka Otto Von Schirach, uses his superpowers to create music to save earth and galaxies far and near from the Annunaki Reptilian Order. Only a genetically-enhanced superhuman like Supermeng is able to defeat the Annunaki Reptilian Order, most feared by an anonymous group of aliens, who over the years kept experimenting with Supermeng to make him stronger, wiser and completely fearless. A secret fluid injected into his third eye (procedure documented on the album cover) does make the difference between Otto Von Schirach and Supermeng. For the first time ever, Otto now tells the story of Supermeng. Twelve songs like fairy tales from a different galaxy, illustrate the every day life of a superhuman -- the sex, drugs and mengstep, as well as the dangers lurking around every corner. Take earth-wave/surf/electro/bass/tropical/calypso/dubstep/broken noise/grind/IDM/folk-glitch/breakcore/orchestral gabba, mix them all together and what do you get? Otto Von Schirach and a magic supernova of sound waves.
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MONKEY 028CD
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Born in the Bermuda Triangle, Supermeng, aka Otto Von Schirach, uses his superpowers to create music to save earth and galaxies far and near from the Annunaki Reptilian Order. Only a genetically-enhanced superhuman like Supermeng is able to defeat the Annunaki Reptilian Order, most feared by an anonymous group of aliens, who over the years kept experimenting with Supermeng to make him stronger, wiser and completely fearless. A secret fluid injected into his third eye (procedure documented on the album cover) does make the difference between Otto Von Schirach and Supermeng. For the first time ever, Otto now tells the story of Supermeng. Twelve songs like fairy tales from a different galaxy, illustrate the every day life of a superhuman -- the sex, drugs and mengstep, as well as the dangers lurking around every corner. Take earth-wave/surf/electro/bass/tropical/calypso/dubstep/broken noise/grind/IDM/folk-glitch/breakcore/orchestral gabba, mix them all together and what do you get? Otto Von Schirach and a magic supernova of sound waves.
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DET 011CD
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... 20 Powerfull Tributes to Otto Von Schirach. "The first in a series of collaborative releases between Miami-based Schematic Records and Detroit Underground, Armpit Buffet assembles some of the biggest names in experimental electronic music to pay tribute to living legend and DU/Schematic recording artist Otto von Schirach. One of the most highly anticipated records of the year, Armpit Buffet fills you up with twenty courses of aural madness cooked fresh by the likes of Quintron, Phoenecia, Richard Devine, Jamie Lidell and Venetian Snares among others. So pick up your plate and listen 'til you puke!" Also features: Hearts of Darkness, Soft Pink Truth, Din-ST, Mochipet, Finesse & Runway, Danny L, Doormouse, Megablast Fhresh, Dino Felipe, Curtis Chip, Yarlen, Secret Chiefs 3, Skimual, Audiose My Angel, Pistol Disco.
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ADDICT 026LP
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"We've all read the wordy reviews. We at Addict believe in keeping it simple. Otto Von Schirach is an insane sound sculpture artist. You can hear his patience, his hours and hours in front of the blue screen. His personality shines through more than any other electronic artist today whether live or on record, and people are starting to notice. 12 tracks spread over two 12"s move from death metal to drive by gangster anthems and straight into inner space soundscape territory. The cover art alone makes this worth it, but the tunes will last after the cardboard has rotted away."
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SCH 027EP
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"Aside from Richard Devine and Phoenecia, no one embodies the Schematic sound like Miami-based Otto Von Schirach. On Pelican Moondance, the second installment in the Chopped Zombie Fungus trilogy, Schirach flashes his blades and edits techno to pieces, only to sew them back together into a beastly music. Comparable to the freakish soundtracks of Bernard Hermann or Tom Waits circa Swordfishtrombones, but refreshed an modernized to the hilt, the title track kicks it off. Schirach has cold-cocked his Powerbook, and it has mutated to produce a tempestuous, vipertine music. Like in 'Four Months, Four Walls' composed during his hospitalization, wherein you're suddenly deep in a spacious canyon. You notice the bass spreading all around your living room like space-fuzz, a low-end, warmly disruptive sonic buzz. Classic Shirach. Less spaztic than some copy-cat abstract beat projects, Chopped Zombie Fungus is compositional, like the tunneling soundtracks of the RZA or the sample arrangement from DJ Shadow. But Otto is not here to party -- his villainous, deadly beats have more in common with El-P than Cut Chemist. Like others on Schematic, Shirach has the whole sonic spectrum at his command. Deep bass and sinewave shards can be had in seconds, then hammered into foundational beats, sped up so fast they start to fray, or slowed down so they start to shrink. This is past Squarepusher, past IDM and into the sedimental, the fantasmic. You might say he's ready to blow up, but Shirach prefers to conquer. Surrender while you still can."
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SCH 022EP
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"On the way home from a mini-tour of the west coast Otto Von Schirach crashed his land craft and broke both of his legs badly. Special doctors were called in. They disassembled and rebuilt him; installed titanium, screws, cables, and microchips. He woke up not knowing his name. He sat in a white room in wheelchair for 6 months feeding on nothing but painkillers and new music. A new Otto emerged. More aware, more polished, more robotic. Boombonic Plague is chock full of pop-music. Mutated, vaguely familiar voices litter the beats asking 'do you really want it?', commanding 'shake that ass bitch and let me see what you got', and boasting 'boom i got your girlfriend' like a Brittney Spears collage on a serial killer's wall. Okay, so it's not pop music... It is hip-hop, or more appropriately, sitar-funk-hop. It is electro booty from the Miami side. It is drill (or some other power tool) and bass. It is shifted hardcore. It is junkyard broken (leg) beats. Otto says it's IDM. We don't know what to call it, but we like it and we think you'll dig it too. As the title implies, Boombonic Plague is the first installment in the Chopped Zombie Fungus Trilogy. It will be genetically spliced with the two following volumes -- Pelican Moon Dance and Ear Juice Synthesis to form one Chopped Zombie Fungus compact disc for your listening pleasure. Until then, enjoy this introduction to the new(ly reconstructed) Otto."
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SCH 020CD
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The 2nd full length Otto Von Schirach album, following up his devastating 2001 release, 8000 B.C.. Featuring guest appearances from Matmos, Dr. Flamenco, Takeshi Muto, Jeswa, Mr. Egyptian hologram, Queeph Brothersm & Mr. Soundwave. "The day Otto moved in, I was a little concerned. We had no spare rooms, only two couches in our modest downstairs living room- a room hardly fit for living in. When he pullled into the parking lot, his clunking '67 comet was filled with eyes and colorful faces, like the circus car that spews out an endless stream of clowns. Some of the faces were clowns, some were robots, there was an ET, a Transformer or two, scores of Smurfs, a Hellraiser Pin-head, a modified Pillsbury doughboy, and about three hundred other odd characters. One by one, they came inside to live. We already had a junglist living in the master bedroom, and now it was sure to get mad. Otto's ritual began. Every day he would wake up at two or three in the afternoon, get in his car and clunk away into the river of cars on the way to his Grandmother's house. There he would do odd jobs and run errands, and in return he would leave with a large coveted pot of his Grandmothers magic black bean concoction, worth more than any salary. On his way home, he would stop make a few drop-offs to various delinquents and mutants around the city. This was very stressful to him, but upon returning, suite d256 was quiet. I was usually the only one awake, quietly clicking my mouse, illuminated by the glow of a liquid crystal display in the upstairs studio. I would come down from time to time to get a bowl of rice or make some tea, and there, in the near darkness he would be, staring profoundly into the two inch green window of his drum machine, like a peeping tom looking through his favorite keyhole. His headphones would chatter, slurp, and giggle on his head like Jabba the Hut's little pet (I think they made sounds without even being plugged in). We would listen to each other's songs in mutual amazement. Inspiration would draw us back to work, new ideas forming as we went off to our separate screens. Around the time I'd tuck myself in, I would hear Otto's car starting, clamorous as a rusted shipyard boat, and again he would sail off, just hours before the sun would arc around the Atlantic curve to scorch the land. This time he was off to rehearse with his band, appropriately named Insectdezyde Juice. I never heard them play or saw where they practiced, but at that hour I imagine it was pretty grim. I suppose it was pretty exhausting, because when I would arise, he was always there, comatose on the couch in the broad daylight. Those of us who were awake would play music, talk, and eat in that, the "living" room, providing the subliminal soundtrack to Otto's dreams. Deep inside, dreams filled his head with sleepwalking burnt smurfs, competing plant couriers tailgating close behind, magic microphones jumping like fleas, eluding his grasp, while Phoenecian Warriors wandered through lost Incan cities in search of secret frequencies. The black bean potion churned deep inside of his sleeping body, changing him. Across town, his grandmother is stirring a bubbling pot. For a moment she pauses, looks up above the rising steam, and smiles. -? Joshua Kay
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