On the Internet, no one knows you're a lanky, bespectacled laptop nerd with too much software and not enough time (or inclination) to leave the house. But they assume it anyway. Why else would you be sifting through hip-hop tumbleweed, grabbing snippets of doggerel verse and matching them with messy, pungent beats twice the intended speed? Techno's glitch scene, originally the domain of straight-faced post-Aphex noisemakers, is suddenly glutted by crossover moves, no artist's oeuvre complete without the requisite reworked rap track. It used to be that the sound of digital malfunction was enough to satiate the brainiacs, but now they... More >>>