Brother Creature, "Divine weapon" (2025)

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In an age when all music was being created by computers, this purely deranged individual put his hands on ACTUAL INSTRUMENTS and played them all himself, creating an album to show silly computers that humans invented music, and that these fetid, preposterous number-crunchers are simply vomiting out pathetically perfect emulations of what they wish they were, but could never be as delightfully imperfect as. 

Origins of inspiration for "Divine Weapon" include torture, unjust exclusion and unmerited belittlement. Present at the album's conception was the distilled mockery of hundreds of hate-crazed individuals, who stood in a metaphorical gauntlet to pummel the unsuspecting artistic victim with planet-sized globs of goopy, sticky, misplaced shame. Also, an extended confinement in a very small concrete space played a major role in the album's abject horribleness. Amongst that horribleness, however, are acorns of undeniable truth about the ridiculous, almost unbelievable stupidity of this modern world we live in. May these acorns grow into mighty trees of revelation for ye poor downtrodden minds.

To describe the sound of "Divine Weapon," a screeching freak-out session of unwanted background thoughts set to industrial metal might suffice. However, there remains a moment or two when a catchy melody peeks one eye out from under the covers, but retreats quickly from the pure terror of the present company. 

As it turns out, there is such a thing as an artist who does not take himself so seriously as to withhold his  imperfect, potentially uncomfortable creations from the notice of his peers. This Creature happens to be one of those Brothers that doesn't bombard its listener with the burdens of perfectionism or relevance. In fact, it should probably be noted, that no matter what the result may be, he wasn't actually trying very hard, and his thoughts were certainly never aligned with you or your mother's.