Absolut Null Punkt - Live in Japan

No matter the aesthetic value of surprise, I think it can safely be said that this mess of noise lies irredeemably on the distant side of good taste. Occasional passages of rhythmic cohesion are the only concessions made on this album to conventions of musicality. The sounds coming from my speakers are as ugly, as inchoate, as aleatory and, plainly put, as painful as can be. 

Imagine you had audio recordings of every visit you've ever made to the dentist's office. Now imagine listening to all of them at once: Every scrape and gargle, every whoosh of suction and muddled attempt at speech, every buzz of every drill... Your reaction would not come close to the disease I feel while listening to this awful assembly of noise.

Even if I admit a benefit to seeking out new listening experiences, even if my absorption in the iPod of Lewis Mint has shown me this strategy for combatting the stultefying sameness of my day-to-day experience, there can be no reason whatsoever to pursue discomfort such as this... No reason, perhaps, but these: To shock one's peers, and thereby prop up the facade of one's so-called personality, or else simply to punish oneself in a way less bloody, but no less desirous of attention, no less self-aggrandizing, and no less pathetic than to administer little wounds to one's own flesh.