#EC8OR

[postpunkindustrial]

Ec8or – World Beaters

Gabberriotgirldigipunk or something.

Its better than Atari Teenage Riot anyway

Get it from my Google Drive HERE

[ourladyofomega]

I was getting deeper and deeper into everything electronic and industrial, all during my one-year break in-between the Brentwood era and community college. The UK electronics invasion, MTV's Amp, and Wipeout XL were the major influences that led me to that point. I was starting to have an endless appetite for music, and one thing I learned about myself that I could be interested in anything and everything. I already had an affinity to golden-era hip-hop / rap and alternative. The seeds of hardcore started to grow, so there would be no stopping me at this point. There were so many genres, artists, and sounds I was getting into, and I wanted to keep up. I had a position at a department store in the shopping mall, then later at a movie rental store, so I could afford to buy titles for whatever cash I had in hand.

I didn't have a desktop with internet to find independent stores. I had yellow pages instead: thick phone-books listing hundreds upon hundreds of pages of local businesses, their addresses, and their phone numbers all in minuscule print. That's how I discovered them back then. It was a year after visiting my first-ever independent record store, Commack's Mr. Cheapo's. Then came West Babylon's Looney Tunes before the holidays. Still enthusiastic in discovering the vast unknown, I wanted to find more. Port Jefferson's Music Den would be the next destination.

I already felt like an outsider when I arrived on campus. It was a different type of demographic I was used to. I looked around and I'd still see cliques, circles, and other "exclusive" groups of students that I felt I wouldn't be included in. I'd meet newfound friends who'd introduce me to their friends, but it felt forced, and they didn't seem to care. I was crazy for Atari Teenage Riot because they showed me exactly what techno always should've been: deafening loud, criminally high-speed, and maniacally all over the place. I tried looking for people who were in them, and observed what types of music the majority were into. Simplistic, manufactured, predictable dance hits. Boring weekend club-mashers. Formulaic radio chart-toppers. I wasn't impressed. The people who were into that were shallow, superficial, judgmental, needlessly competitive, and at times just unnecessarily mean. Drama artists and attitude jockeys all over the place. That's why they called community college "13th Grade". Now you'd see the disgusting distaste of the late-Nineties music scene I had. But, I did have a couple of good cards given to me. I joined the campus newspaper which I'd write music reviews for. An attractive brunette, Sandra, randomly stopped me to strike up a conversation, and wanted to get to know me better. She was also a Jesus freak. I also made another friend I met on campus who decided to set me up with an Irish blonde acquaintance of his, and we hit it off right away. Even then, I'd deal with constant games, rudeness, and random acts of ego during my time there.

The newspaper meeting ended one late October Thursday night. I finally had the opportunity to drive out eight miles from campus to the Port Jefferson Music Den for some shopping. I walked right in, and started digging. I'm not even there for two minutes and I already find gold: the import version of Alec Empire’s The Destroyer for only $9.00 used ($22.00 brand new otherwise). That was a huge deal for me because (once again) I was an Atari Teenage Riot / DHR fanatic. Right after that? Another label release, this time from EC8OR. I'd finally discover all those artists I heard about on the internet; thirty-minute download times of grainy 480P-resolution video and all. I was really starting to like this place. I start scouring the used CD bins, and I’d stumble upon KMFDM’s banned version of Naive for $8.00 - back when used copies on eBay were selling for…$80.00 each! Then came Pigface’s Washingmachinemouth and Ministry’s The Land Of Rape And Honey for a few dollars used. I copped Fluke’s Risotto because of Wipeout XL, and I’d snatch Skinny Puppy’s Back & Forth Volume 2 and Cleopatra’s Industrial Revolution: Third Edition, all for regular price. Finally, Coldcut’s "Atomic Moog 2000" / "Reboot The System": the first-ever multimedia CD I'd ever own.

Minute-by-minute, I'd slowly discover all sorts of wild and unusual sounds and artists they had on the racks. The Port Jeff- Music Den carried all the rare, unusual, and obscure stuff no other store on the island did. Sure, there were plenty of used CDs and vinyl bins in pop, metal, alternative, shoegaze, indie, hip-hop, and jazz. It was their industrial, noise, electronic, and experimental selections, however, that would be the all-important tie-breaker. They had all what I was looking for. I remembered seeing titles like Gescom’s Minidisc on the racks, Coil’s “Autumn Equinox: Amethyst Deceivers” 7", tons of Clock DVA, Controlled Bleeding, plus some Oval and Microstoria albums. It was wild. I felt stimulated because I found plenty of abnormalities that I never knew existed, instead of the expected, typical, calculated fare that did absolutely nothing for me.

90 minutes later, I took my short stack of CDs, placed them on the counter to be rung up, cashed out, and wrapped up what would be my first visit to The -Den. $82.00 later, I leave fucking satisfied.

With each visit after, I’d continue to score big victories where I’d find them. They were Phil Western’s debut album The Escapist, Muslimgauze’s Hamas Arc, Mike & Rich’s Expert Knob Twiddlers, Aphex Twin’s Analogue Bubblebath 3, Merzbow’s Pulse Demon, and Sam & Valley. I’d nab more DHR albums from 16-17, Shizuo on vinyl, Fuck Step '98, Give Up on 12", and Alec Empire’s Squeeze The Trigger. The best? Autechre / Gescom’s “Keynell” 12" that I found under the vinyl bins and hidden inside the cabinet underneath. It was stickered for $17.00 - another record where second-hand copies sold on eBay for $125.00. I also managed to pick up a few of their 12" EPs, mainly Chiclisuite and Envane.

All these finds made The -Music Den the most unforgettable store I had the privilege to visit. They were like nothing else on the island. Sadly, they closed down after the turn of the millennium, and no store that came after was half-as-good enough to fill the hole they left behind. Believe me, if any of you reading this would��ve shopped there, you’d feel amazed and blown away like I was. I’d still have a tough time dealing with all the constant, petty drama on campus over the next couple of years. At the Port Jefferson Music Den, however, I knew that was a place where I felt like I’d belong.

[omegaremix]

Summer 1998 Mixtape: 

Wax Trax label Black Box: The First Thirteen Years

Aphex Twin Analogue Bubblebath

Meat Beat Manifesto “Acid Again”

Beastie Boys “Pass The Mic”

Coil “The Snow”

Phil Western The Escapist

Howie B Music For Babies

Cyberaktif “Nothing Stays The Same”

Moby “Into The Blue (Summer Night)”

Juno Reactor “God Is God”

Portishead self-titled

Pigface Gub / Spoon Breakfast

Crystal Method, The “Comin’ Back”

Whirled Records label The ABC’s Of Punk

Shizuo High On Emotion

Ministry “The Angel”

EC8OR World Beaters

Aphex Twin Classics

C-Tec Darker

Jungle Brothers “Jungle Brother (True Blue)” (Stereo MCs RMX)

Alec Empire Squeeze The Trigger

Autechre LP5

Future Sound Of London “Lifeforms”

Empirion Advanced Technology

16-17“Autogeddon”

Clock DVA “The Hacker”

Esthero “Heaven Sent”

Girls Against Boys “Park Avenue”

Filter “One”

[omegaplus]

# 4,359

Miete Strom Gas ft. Patric Catani / Candie Hank & Gina D’Orio: “Die Turen” (Chanson) (2023)

So, what are the DHR-label artists up to these days? Alec Empire is following Nine Inch Nails’ lead and writing motion-picture soundtracks. Christoph De Babalon is releasing low-key jungle and atmospheric tracks; far away from his If You’re Into It I’m Out Of It days (1997). Bomb 20? When was the last timer you heard from him? He just released a new e.p. last year. Lolita Storm and Sonic Subjunkies are virtually non-existent. Shizuo? God bless him. That leaves the team of Patric Catani and Gina D’Orio (EC8OR). What are they making these days? Chanson. That’s what. They re-did Miete Strom Gas’ hit “Die Turen” and turned an electronic-rock lead-off single into a dreamy fancy-pants moment that could’ve been mistaken for a slower version of Stereo Total if they were still around today. It’s a huge one-eighty away of the pounding electronic slaughter they were known for. Go back to lead-heavy trash-jungle beats and D’Orio screetching into a mic- like the good ol’ days where DHR invaded the states like we never heard before. Though, to Catani’s credit, he did an acid-techno remix of the same track with Chris Imler. We get that after almost three decades of progression, artists evolve and take on different sounds and styles of their liking. But, whatever pays the bills, I guess.

[grimesapologist]

hair day part 3...

I did one side of the plaits, then had to go to a benefits appointment at 3pm with some weird asymmetrical frohawk type do (which was very fun to headbang with waiting for the bus), then I got back and learned the hard way that speed and digital hardcore is not the most conducive combo for detangling hair in a non destructive fashion... I did 2 sections the hxc way and the aggressive detangling resulted in that bowl of shed hair that you see up there, which I think is a tad more full than it ought to be (me and my tangles got in a couple fights)

switched to less aggressive music and did a few more plaits, like 70% done now but I need to sleep so the saga will continue tomorrow...

took a xanax ate some garlic rice and am now listening to a musique concrete show by beatriz ferreyra on nts about to read some simone weil

goodnight :)

[xxdrowxx]

I got this CD from a flop hookup a few months ago who got the CD just bc the art was cool and absolutely hated the music.

I ended up really liking it just from track 1. Imagine you're a jam band girlie showing this "wild crazy music" you don't like to your hookup and then it says it actually loves it. It's not hard to see why we didn't meet up again lol

[royb0t]

Spent the past year slowly hunting down all the DHR Limited releases on CD to scan and update in Discogs. A sub-label of DHR focused on tracks not intended for primary releases. The first 6 releases featured these wonderful slimline jewel cases with cut-outs to see the CD and a singular color.

DHRLTD001 was the only one that had a "promotional" version, which was white and red. And then there was a misprint (or reprint?) of Patric C's DHRLTD006.

DHRLTD007 unfortunately didn't have a cut-out, but feels like the end of the first era of these releases. One of my favorites too, featuring half the tracks of Sonic Subjunkies live, then their 2 early EPs.

DHRLTD008 onward was less organized, and mostly Alec Empire-related releases. Nintendo Teenage Robots (008) was all composed on a Gameboy camera and chiptune based. An interesting limitation, but could've been fewer tracks. Miss Black America (009) definitely felt like a hodge-podge of non-album tracks.

The only 7" in the series was an EC8OR 2-track single (010) in 2000. Then the numbers start to get out-of-order. The compilation "DHR LTD 12 CD" was an interesting compilation, but unfortunately more of a teaser with all tracks as short edits. Some are exclusive to this release though. Given out as a freebie with online orders or at shows around that time. (I hope one day I can find someone selling it with a stickered jewel case to scan that in).

In 2002, the Heartworm release (011) came out, but feels a little out-of-place like it should've just been a regular MCD single from the main label. 2003 then saw the Alec Empire vs Merzbow (012) and The CD2 Sessions (014). DHR always skipped catalog #13. I honestly wish there was video recording of the "vs Merzbow" release, apparently Alec Empire was in chrome clothes and painted silver, hah.

Honorable mentions too, there was an "Alec Empire vs Elvis Presley" release in 1999 but it came off "El Turco Loco" probably for greater fear of the Elvis estate suing. I bet that would've been a proper DHRLTD010. I have this but still need to scan/photo it as it was only a 12" release. Then in 2005 by the time DHR was really shuttering, there was a random CDr by the band "Tuareg Geeks" from Mexico, which honestly isn't in my sights to find and scan.

Anyway, I really enjoyed collecting these CDs finally after only having a few back in the early 00's. Really, a lot to recommend still of it all.

[ecrylian]

Now listening: Ec8or - I'll Give It To You / Untitled - AK-78 ep

[k8-says-------hi]

i can at least kind of understand if im like searching up a gabber song or fuckin ec8or or whatever but come on this bitch is performing at the UNITED CENTER literally tonight and i cant find more than a couple of her songs????? blood will be fucking spilled

instagram has literally ruined their story song search so badly im officially blackpilled bc i wasnt even able to search up a goddamn chaka khan song just bc it wasnt one of her most famous singles. fucking dogshit. DIE

[ourladyofomega]

Patric Catani (EC8OR, Napalm).

📸 Michael Felsch / Dunkelkammer Pictures

[omegaremix]

Port Jefferson Music Den; 1997.

I was getting deeper and deeper into everything electronic and industrial, all during my one-year break in-between the Brentwood era and community college. The UK electronics invasion, MTV's Amp, and Wipeout XL were the major influences that led me to that point. I was starting to have an endless appetite for music, and one thing I learned about myself that I could be interested in anything and everything. I already had an affinity to golden-era hip-hop / rap and alternative. The seeds of hardcore started to grow, so there would be no stopping me at this point. There were so many genres, artists, and sounds I was getting into, and I wanted to keep up. I had a position at a department store at the shopping mall, and I could afford to buy titles for whatever cash I had in hand.

I didn't have a desktop with internet to find independent stores. I had yellow pages instead: thick phone-books listing hundreds upon hundreds of pages of local businesses, their addresses, and their phone numbers. That's how I discovered them back then. It was a year after visiting my first-ever independent record store, Commack's Mr. Cheapo's. Then came West Babylon's Looney Tunes before the holidays. Still enthusiastic in discovering the vast unknown, I wanted to find more. Port Jefferson's Music Den would be the next destination.

I already felt like an outsider when I arrived on campus. It was a different type of demographic I was used to. I looked around and I'd still see cliques, circles, and other "exclusive" groups of students that I felt I wouldn't be included in. I'd meet newfound friends who'd introduce me to their friends, but it felt forced, and they didn't seem to care. I was crazy for Atari Teenage Riot because they showed me exactly what techno always should've been: deafening loud, criminally high-speed, and maniacally all over the place. I tried looking for people who were into them, and observed what types of music the majority were into. Simplistic, manufactured, predictable dance hits. Boring weekend club bashers. Formulaic radio chart-toppers. I wasn't impressed. The people who were into that were shallow, superficial, judgmental, needlessly competitive, and at times just unnecessarily mean. Drama artists and attitude jockeys all over the place. That's why they called community college "13th Grade". Now you'd see the disgusting distaste of the late-Nineties music scene I had. But, I did have a couple of good cards given to me. I joined the campus newspaper which I'd write music reviews for. An attractive brunette, Sandra, randomly stopped me to strike up a conversation, and wanted to get to know me better. She was also a Jesus freak. I also made another friend I met on campus who decided to set me up with an Irish blonde acquaintance of his, and we hit it off right away. Even then, I'd deal with constant games, rudeness, and random acts of ego during my time there.

The newspaper meeting ended one late October Thursday night. I finally had the opportunity to drive out eight miles from campus to the Port Jefferson Music Den for some shopping. I walked right in, and started digging. I'm not even there for two minutes and I already find gold: the import version of Alec Empire’s The Destroyer for only $9.00 used ($22.00 brand new otherwise). That was a huge deal for me because (once again) I was an Atari Teenage Riot / DHR fanatic. Right after that? Another label release, this time from EC8OR. I'd finally discover all those artists I heard about on the internet; thirty-minute download times of grainy 480P-resolution video and all. I was really starting to like this place. I start scouring the used CD bins, and I’d stumble upon KMFDM’s banned version of Naive for $8.00 - back when used copies on eBay were selling for…$80.00 each! Then came Pigface’s Washingmachinemouth and Ministry’s The Land Of Rape And Honey for a few dollars used. I copped Fluke’s Risotto because of Wipeout XL, and I’d snatch Skinny Puppy’s Back & Forth Volume 2 and Cleopatra’s Industrial Revolution: Third Edition, all for regular price. Finally, Coldcut’s "Atomic Moog 2000" / "Reboot The System": the first-ever multimedia CD I'd ever own.

Minute-by-minute, I'd slowly discover all sorts of wild and unusual sounds and artists they had on the racks. The Port Jeff- Music Den carried all the rare, unusual, and obscure stuff no other store on the island did. Sure, there were plenty of used CDs and vinyl bins in pop, metal, alternative, shoegaze, indie, hip-hop, and jazz. It was their industrial, noise, electronic, and experimental selections, however, that would be the all-important tie-breaker. They had all what I was looking for. I remembered seeing titles like Gescom’s Minidisc on the racks, Coil’s “Autumn Equinox: Amethyst Deceivers” 7", tons of Clock DVA, Controlled Bleeding, plus some Oval and Microstoria albums. It was wild. I felt stimulated because I found plenty of abnormalities that I never knew existed, instead of the expected, calculated fare that did absolutely nothing for me.

90 minutes later, I took my short stack of CDs, placed them on the counter to be rung up, cashed out, and wrapped up what would be my first visit to The -Den. $82.00 later, I leave fucking satisfied.

With each visit after, I’d continue to score big victories where I’d find them. They were Portishead's phenominal second album, Phil Western’s debut album The Escapist, Dead Voices On Air's Piss Frond, Muslimgauze’s Hamas Arc, Mike & Rich’s Expert Knob Twiddlers, Aphex Twin’s Analogue Bubblebath 3, Merzbow’s Pulse Demon, and Sam & Valley. I’d nab more DHR albums from 16-17, Shizuo on vinyl, Fuck Step '98, Give Up on 12", and Alec Empire’s Squeeze The Trigger. The best? Autechre / Gescom’s “Keynell” 12" that I found under the vinyl bins and hidden inside the cabinet underneath. It was stickered for $17.00 - another record where second-hand copies sold on eBay for $125.00. I also managed to pick up a few of their 12" EPs, mainly Chiclisuite and Envane.

All these finds made The -Music Den the most unforgettable store I had the privilege to visit. They were like nothing else on the island. Sadly, they closed down after the turn of the millennium, and no store that came after was half-as-good enough to fill the hole they left behind. Believe me, if any of you reading this would’ve shopped there, you’d feel amazed and blown away like I was. I’d still have a tough time dealing with all the constant, petty drama on campus over the next couple of years. At the Port Jefferson Music Den, however, I knew that was a place where I felt like I’d belong.

*********

The final day of classes came; my favorite time of the Autumn semester. Not only because I had a one month reprieve from the nastiness, but all the students were giving back their books for cash. It was the last day of my first semester there. Bridget, the Irish redhead in English class whom I was interested in, smiled when I gave her my phone number. My friend Brandon was in the mood to drive us to Huntington's Tower Records right when I came home. There, I blew all that refund money I had on magazines and CDs. I was at the racks when I noticed someone cute standing at my left looking for reads; another Irish girl. She was taller with longer gingered hair, tighter jeans, and even paler skin than Bridget. We glanced and smiled at each other. That made my entire night and held on to that moment for as long as I could...

...long enough to run into her on campus a few semesters later. I was surprised. She happened to be close friends with Sandra the Jesus freak, who by then already established that we'd only be friends. Now she's pregnant. But, my interest in Cheryl had been renewed, hoping that my one-and-only roll would lie Sevens.

Alec Empire: The Destroyer

EC8OR: All Of Us Can Be Rich

KMFDM Naive

Pigface: Washingmachinemouth

Ministry: The Land

Fluke: Risotto

Skinny Puppy: Back & Forth Volume 2

Cleopatra label: Industrial Revolution: Third Edition

Coldcut: "Atomic Moog 2000" / "Reboot The System"

[kleinkriegsalon]

Von Gina D’Orio & Branka Prlic Zu Gast Shorty X-Berg Mit Robse Teller & Anton Garber Kleinkriegstimme Christian Fritzenwanker Digital facilitation ~ Manu Grünberg Musik Ec8or I Mermaids I BÖ I Frank Schöbel und das Team 4

Stay Cool & Safe Under Your Mask

[bpic]

Von Gina D’Orio & Branka Prlic Zu Gast Shorty X-Berg Mit Robse Teller & Anton Garber Kleinkriegstimme Christian Fritzenwanker Digital facilitation ~ Manu Grünberg Musik Ec8or I Mermaids I BÖ I Frank Schöbel und das Team 4

Stay Cool & Safe Under Your Mask