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it tries to
be ambient it really does.as in real life mistakes are made.once sampled
these lapses can never be ignored they return again and again until eventually
they're woven into the fabric of the whole and assimilated.but never loved,
never loved... uglient is the melding of the carefully chosen and wantonly
blurted out thrown together by misshapen fate or lackluster luck.it's
the remark you can never take back ruining your morning the next day after
you remember what you said the night before.it's dee-jaying from a cubist
perspective guitar playing that rocks the way a 6 year old ice skates
rude synth outbursts that sound like a burned up mattress smells.uglient
is the tightly shined patent-leather shoe planted firmly in a steaming
load of pit bull crap while you were looking the other way almost getting
sideswiped by a panel van distracted over a moment's passing daydream.uglient
is the walkman headphones guy on the subway, singing very loud and very
sharp of the mark, oblivious.it's realizing that you're starting to incorporate
the riffs of the deathmetal band upstairs into your own songwriting.even
though you hate them.uglient is continuously variable as the engineers
say written anew at every show...as such uglient can never be learned
or controlled.it's the person who constantly interrupts you while you're
talking, but never with anything relevant. next question?
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