MARUOSA - mushimamire

(7”, hirntrust grind media)

Dig this: “mushimamire” is a japanese word describing the body being covered by insects. I have no information if it has to be cockroaches like pictured on the cover but nevertheless, it is an interesting fact. Linguistically it is proven that if in a language a certain word exists for something – so it does not have to be described by an arrangement of other words – then this means that this word and the thing it describes have certain importance and that this word has to be used at least enough to make it economically sensible to have a special word for it. For example, the inuits have approximately twentysix different words for different kinds of snow. That means, where we have to use circumscribing phrases like mushy, wet snow or freshly fallen snow or icy and frozen snow, they have special words for that. Because snow is very important in their surroundings. Now I wonder how important “Being covered by insects” is for the Japanese? And I don’t even want to think about how it feels. Ask anybody who participated in “I am a star, get me out of here” or any somesuch nonesense.

In some way it would be consequential and closely related to ask Maruosa himself, after all he chose this title for this one sided, three-track seven inch. But on the other hand, I am not sure. The synthetic grindcore tracks on this little record are so fucked up, harsh and in your face brutal, that you might not dare to get close to him. They are an unbelievable array of killer blasts of drum machine percussions, wildly mixed noises and samples and screaming vocals all through. There are only a few holes that allow you to breathe through. Other than that “mushimamire” is one blazing wall of noise fire in your face. Make no mistake, this music is to be enjoyed and it is definitely not any kind of testing of your listening patience or abilities.

Is there any point in time where it is socially acceptable to play this kind of music to other people who have never heard such a racket before? Apart from those minimal noise rock shows in urban basements, I mean, where the same twenty to fifty fans meet on a regular basis (I would be there too if I could be bothered to go out at all). I would like to see Maruosa enter the stage at the Electronic Beats festival in Vienna and then scare the shit out of the Bobos in the audience and even more out of the marketing executives of the big telecommunications company sponsoring the whole festival. I would like to see their faces drop and have them check their blackberries and mobiles for information on what the fuck is going on here. And finally I’d like to see Maruosa take a motor chainsaw to Goldie’s multimilliondollar DJ desk and reduce it to little bits and pieces. Yeah, that would be a happening with a meaningful symbolism and a lot of action on top. And please let nobody of the big media talk about it.

The Japanese are a mysterious, enigmatic and fascinating folk. Or they wallow in this image for the pleasure of us Western pinkskinned punks. Three tracks of hellish noise racket without titles and without description later, I am ready to relocate my self and to give up, give in and waste away. But also filled with energy and the will to keep on going strongly. Maybe that is the lesson of all of this: there is a place and a time for everything, just you wait.