A challenge I set myself: can I mix the crap my brothers listen to. Yes ? No ? Maybe. The aim was to not be depressed by the horrendous lyrics these tracks often sport, but instead figure out what we can learn from it to improve BpmDj.
And a challenge it was. None of these 'artists' stick to their tempo. Even the live versions of some bands have a better metronome than the abominations they put on a disc.
There is one transition where we skip a beat on purpose (1h 14' 40"). Not sure yet whether this is a good thing to do or not. Anyway, if the artists think they can ascribe to a platonic interpretation of percussion then why shouldn't I.
The hand carved, hand painted billy the goat seems to be an appropriate image for the mental retardation that ensues listening to this goat shit.
