PureVolume

Members: Bobegem

new song? indeed, indeed! indietronic electrotrance are what's up in the dance-electro-rock arena of the bobegem studio! so yes, new song, pretty delay-y and reverbish, and it's kinda chill. plus it has irritatingly distorted voice synth! yeah!

so, The Flying Paper Cut-Out Collective will keep you up to date on the news and happening in my world, as well as others. Shows, releases, projects, etc. will be posted there instead of here, so, you know. Bookmark it or something.

Also, i'm in a real band now. It's not really electro-oriented but some songs are rather dancey, so who knows if you'll like it or not? The Cut-Outs page will keep you posted.

>Some nice expiremental elecronica mixed with some melodic alternative. Good for those of you who enjoy simple creations. Better for those of you who aren't trendy or metal-heads. Even better if you are on LSD, but I can only ask so much.

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