Nothing
could faze Dressed In Wires. He brought with him bad fortune, right from
the first, as could be expected. Not a living soul in all the town was
glad to see him. He sat on the back steps of the Hale house, lazily picking
at his broken Dell.
DiW's
Simondo Topless drags you bleeding and kicking through a tumult of Laptronica,
Post-Gabba, Blip-Hop, Glitch-Hop, Chip-Hop, 8-bitronica, Wreckstep, Kronk,
Bootmash, Dubtech, Dub-Bass Splattercore, Harsh Clunge, Fuckstep, Thugstep,
Powerpop, Noisewhore, and Wrongtronica, not in any order. All from his
souped-up, heavily modded, hacked & cracked laptop, precariously wired
together with a few guitar distortion pedals and delapidated Midi tomfoolery.
When
the supper was ready, he pushed the children of the household out of the
way and served himself a big meal, although there had been barely enough
white meat to go round. After eating he settled himself in the best and
warmest sleeping place in the front room and was untroubled by dreams.
