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Whenever you meet someone who doesn’t like music (and yes, they do exist), be on guard immediately. They’re probably a machine.

Anyway, that’s step one. Congratulations, you’re human. Then there’s a fucking… ahem, stairway to heaven’s number of steps in between liking music and liking good music. In fact, a diagram of that would probably look something like this:

Onward! All that text was merely an incredibly tangential intro to my latest doodle, which certainly ain’t no M. C. Escher fucked up staircase shit.

It only seemed appropriate to post some actual music in light of the rest of the post, and since we’re on the topic of noise now, I’d like to introduce you to Mux Mool. What I mean is, a lot of people hate electronic music, because it’s filled with bleeps and bloops and a whole bunch of noise. Nonetheless, without it, raves may have never existed, and that would have put the whole Ring Pop industry out of business — a catastrophic moment for the United States in the 90s, avoided thanks to the introduction of people making music with computers instead of actual musical instruments.

And Mux Mool is definitely into some computery shit. His debut full-length, Skulltaste, sounds kinda like what would happen if The Avalanches, J Dilla and a Super Nintendo had their very own Captain Planet, with a blacklight reactive costume.

That may not have sounded like a glowing recommendation depending on your tastes; regardless, I’ve had the taste of skull stuck in my head for weeks. It’s a great party mix — a hooky, psychedelic roller-coaster of an album packed with dense, brilliantly constructed material.