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Antique cast iron stove grates (via lostfoundart via present&correct)

The Residents, 1980.

Photo : Howard Rosenberg.

How to Tell Noise Artists Apart

Merzbow: Nothing makes sense, yet *everything* makes sense.

Masonna: Screaming about Vaginas or something idek

Whitehouse: Edgy dads yelling about fucked up sex over WASP drones

Consumer Electronics: When the Mr. is tired of telling you how worthless you are, the Mrs. will finish the job. (Update: Not anymore!)

Hijokaidan: Music so loud you have to piss on stage to enjoy it.

The Gerogerigegege: ????????????????? vacuum cleaner sex ????????????????????????

Suckdog: This is a big, beautiful fucking mess made by two wild girls and a cassette recorder.

Master/Slave Relationship: Sounds like something you would hear playing in a grimy torture chamber.

Hanatarash: OH GOD EVERYTHING IS BEING BULLDOZED GET ME OUT OF HERE

The Haters: OH GOD EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE GET ME OUT OF HERE

Ramleh: Songs are lush and ambient; you almost forget this is a noise project

Sutcliffe Jugend: Surprisingly melodic songs about serial killers and Nazis.

Genocide Organ: This might be about Nazis. I don’t know. The beats slap regardless.

Haus Arafna: This is definitely about Nazis, but like, how awful they were. The synth lead slaps so fucking hard regardless.

Brighter Death Now: You’re wincing the entire time you’re hearing the lyrics.

Deathpile: Every song is about a serial killer; every word is barked out like an angry, scornful god

Atrax Morgue: Paraphilia time! What turns me on? Everything! What makes me want to die? Everything!

The Rita: OUCH MY EARS OUCH MY BRAIN OUCH OUCH OUCH

Wolf Eyes: They look like garage rock dads but sound like a freight train derailing in a village full of small children.

Aaron Dilloway: Sounds like warped cassette tapes haunted by all the ghosts in a city morgue

Prurient: I am TINY and I am HORNY and I am ANGRY ABOUT BEING TINY AND HORNY.

Alberich: You're dancing to the beats but feeling slightly uneasy over the guy in sunglasses and a trench coat screaming at you.

Justice Yeldham: There’s probably blood spatter on whatever you ordered, and that adds extra “oomph” to the audio.

Dreamcrusher: GENDER IS OVER AND I’M GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU ACCEPT IT

Puce Mary: Movie soundtrack samples with poems about sex and/or death.

Croatian Amor: Pretty sure this guy wasn’t hugged enough as a child.

Author & Punisher: Okay, this is really fucking cool. Look at all those homemade instruments. Listen to that super melodic hook. Damn son.

Pharmakon: Loud noises, even louder screeching, every song is about bodies falling apart.

Trepaneringsritualen: Pagan lyrics growled out by a man that looks like an actual real Viking

Moor Mother: Hip Hop and noise had a baby and it’s full of justifiable rage

Lingua Ignota: She’s singing in Latin, she’s making weird faces, OH GOD THIS IS TERRIFYING, OH GOD wait a minute never mind she’s playing banjo now

Tech trash in Tokyo area (1992)

he really snuck into her window at night and watched her sleep and we all were young and the 2008 recession was going on and we were just like “yeah okay sure”

i hope its macaroni art

Vintage Jean Paul Gaultier Skeleton X-Ray-Print Trousers

Vintage BDSM Heels (and Boots)

Onibaba ‘鬼婆’ 1964 · dir. Kaneto Shindō

Mary D’Nellon, Guggi, Gavin Friday / Virgin Prunes

Superb photography by Ursula Steiger