• Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    Reviewed by Tom Meluch (atmosphere)

    <b> Venetian Snares </b> - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    As I found out the other week when going to see Venetian Snares’ first Detroit performance, a certain sect of rave culture is still holding on to the dream. Baggy pants and pleather coats seemed to be the order of the night, unfortunately, and the breakcore antics of Snares (aka Aaron Funk of Winnipeg) evidently did not disappoint them. Good show, but Detroit proved again its ultimate horribleness when, after the show, all of Funk’s equipment was stolen...way to
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  • Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    <b> Venetian Snares </b> - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    Aaron Funk, aka Venetian Snares, isn't for everybody. His compulsively skittering beats are an assault on both the ears and taste in general and one could easily label him a musical headache. However, his genius is undeniable; the guy knows his way around a computer. And now a violin as well. That's right, the electronic virtuoso has gone organic! I know what you're thinking "how fast can you play a violin without sawing it in half with the bow?". All kidding
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  • Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    Reviewed by Aquarius (aquariusrecords.com)

    <b> Venetian Snares </b> - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    We've come to expect a lot of things from Aaron Funk and his Venetian Snares. But not this. In the past Funk was the master of splattery, maniacal drum and bass, all chopped up and poundingly complex, relentless and completely brain frying. Which we obviously love, but on this here new record, everything has changed. There's still plenty of maddeningly complex drum programming, but now it's merely a framework for actual songs, gorgeous, achingly mournful and
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  • Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    Reviewed by Jeff Echert (Stypod)

    <b> Venetian Snares </b> - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

    It’s that time of year once more, a time when the music critics gather around and dance in glee. That’s right, it’s year-end list time. I love this season because it combines two of my favorite things, lists and snow. Living in the Pacific Northwest, I am not ruined to snow like I might be if I lived elsewhere, and it’s a rare enough occurrence that it still shuts my city down like a frightened child under a bed, worried about cars slipping down hills. I can
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