YellowStone Pork: a Gram of TranceTortion

On 27 december 1998, we all came together to record a CD, we had chosen one of the best days possible. Git was ill as hell, he couldn't barely speak, was coughin'n'sniffin slimes whole the time. We put him in a corner of the room with his guitar where he has laid the whole session. He showed us a top prestation that day, could barely hold the guitar (fell several times) and wasn't realising where his fingers stood.

Then there was SixTurble AbSlut Y, He was totally nervous because of the recording so he took his bottle of coke and started basing at speedkore tempo. No talking to him that evening. He became totally overmacho'd started beating on you when you stood in the way if he accidently wanted to move himself in the small bedroom studio. His playing that evening was awesome. He barely didn't look at his SixTurble installation, he just was pushing his sampler button whole the time, looking at us with his coked up face like "hey man, this is cool man, listen, it's 'my' finger!" After we finished playing he took the MD on which we were recording, took it at home, and put it in his personal recordings, it took a half year before the rest of us could listen to it.

At the end of the recording, Allie came by, it was three days before his first psychotic breaktown (on new-years eve of the neverending year 1999). He was in fact the most normal of us all. It became fatal to him. He forgot taking chemicals and it never came good again, within less then a year he killed himself. It was hes won fault, always looking for the nirwana. Shit it, man. Well he did. We tried to make it clear to him, but it had no FX, he started to go higher and higher untill sudden all his energy resources were totally burned out. His only nirwana left was pure death. But due to his low energy level, it took months of practice to pick up a knife. His muscles were almost totally disappeared. Anyway he showed up right before we started to record our final track, the purples mushrooms. We gave him a Microphone to tell a shroom story, but he was too quiet, you could only here some dying sounds at the end and the beginning. So we entitled it 'dumb voice'.

OfCourse there was also me, Asj~. I ate some 6 grams of dried Mexican Shrooms that morning, before the recording, I swallowed three double Hoffmans. Like always when I'm tripping, or when not, I felt like the God and Master of all. I rarely have hallucinations as I am a psycho'd ControlPhreak. So I took the Central Control Panel on which everything is connected. So I could turn up my FastTrackr compositions real loud above all the rest, which results mostly in terrible moaning allong my inferiors. They don't really like me when I'm tripping (or else) anyway. I am heavily criminaly insane, carrying lots of knives. I like knives a lot.

YellowStone.Pork

a.Gram.of.TranceTortion

-DownloaD- 1.YellowStone.Pork.(intro)................ 2.Burned.MovieTable....................... 3.Sous-Marine.à.l'Art.Nouveau............. 4.Never.Try.Stopping.Time................. 5.Mohawk.Invasion......................... 6.Stop.the.Oppression.of.Agression.-o'clax 7.Da.Jungle.of.Hasjisj.................... 8.Mental.Lock............................. 9.The.Purples.Mushrooms................... A.YellowStone.Pork.(outro)................ .......................................... by.Asj~.Git.Y.&.Allies.................... Recorded.27.december.1998................. Recorded.@.AsjSleep.Studio................ Released.Augustus.1999.................... Contact:.Occult.Whining.Sluts............. ............Asj~.......................... ............Git........................... ............Y............................. R.I.P.:.Allies............................