This isn’t some viral marketing bulls**t. listening to it, now, track 1 is like hella lo fi shoegaze with noise panning back and forth. I half expected it to be noise pop or some vapourwave w*****y. even with super obscure bands, you might expect to find some an old myspace page or mention in some forum.
I wasn’t able to find any references to it, online, whatsoever. I picked this up because it looked interesting I have made it my personal mission in life to avoid anyone having to visit the internet wasteland that is 4chan, so you can find a transcript of the original posting below (censored for your and my discretion): An anonymous user posts the picture of a white album with an anime girl drawn on the cover, PANCHIKO is spelled in all caps black block letters and Deathmetal is stylized in simple Arial at the bottom. We can only speculate as to when the story allegedly begins in the ever-forgotten outside world, but we do have a date for the online ordeal. The idea is you can buy goods - typically clothes, but all sorts of hipster stuff goes nowadays, thanks to Urban Outfitters having inspired a generation - and the profit goes to a number of charity organizations focusing on the alleviation of global poverty. If you’re not familiar with an OXFAM Shop, think about it as a shoppable Salvation Army, or a Fairtrade Goodwill. To be honest, I have no idea if the store was actually dim lit or run down, but with the recent turn of events, I have to picture it with a certain level of fitting grittiness. Our story begins in a dimly lit, rundown thrift store in Nottingham, United Kingdom. Panchiko in Guess What Year (any answer is a spoiler alert) Part One: It Began in OXFAM (and /mu/ ) Join me for this special edition of Sex and the CD where we find out why all girls like bad boys, and why everyone loved the rotten version of D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L (oh, how annoying that is to type, so, all due respect to artistic intent, we’ll stick to Deathmetal from here on out). This is not what happened between me and Panchiko’s D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L, but it is what happens to me in relationships, and because I’m dating again, I’ve somehow come across this mysterious album and began to wonder: why is it that I’m drawn to promise and not payoff? Why is that the benefit of the doubt is more captivating than the goodness of the heart? Why do I like the rotten, hazy idea behind sound - and love, for that matter - and not a pristine, conventionally-produced resolution? It ceases to be something I’m intrigued by, the majestic promises behind the scope evaporate after every listen, and I find myself admiring an aural portrait of a part of my life I’ve since lost interest or appeal for.
Then, there’s the music that I end up loving at first, but over time find myself stupendously unimpressed by. By the same token, there’s a lot of music that I would love to hate, but simply don’t. There’s a lot of music that I would love to love, but simply don’t. I don’t relate to how it makes me feel, I don’t see what it’s trying to do, the meaning is lost on me, and so on. I don’t think I’d ever be able to be a music critic because I can’t tell whether a form of art is bad per se, just that I don’t get it. The greatest thing about music is that it’s art, so the same holds for anything I listen to. I like to judge art by how much it can promise me: is the potential behind this idea impressive? Is the execution of this creative endeavor worthwhile? Do I just dig where it’s trying to go? If the answer to the above questions is yes, then rest assured, I like it.
The greatest thing about art is creativity. How Panchiko Made Me Fall For Death Metal
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