The Butter Tape: The Abduction of Saint Pesca – A Weird, Wild Ride Through Noise and Chaos
Alright, so here’s the deal. The Butter Tape: The Abduction of Saint Pesca by Das Chritz is one of those albums that just doesn’t care what you think. Released in 2008 on Bare Wire Technologies (a label that sounds like it belongs in a sci-fi flick), this thing is an absolute mess—but in the best possible way. It’s experimental electronic music with a side of abstract noise, and honestly? It feels like someone took all their worst nightmares, mixed ‘em up with some acid, and pressed play.
Now, I gotta say, this album isn’t for everyone. If you’re looking for catchy hooks or something to hum along to while you’re stuck in traffic, keep scrolling. But if you’re into stuff that challenges your brain and makes you go “WTF did I just listen to?”—well, buddy, you’ve hit the jackpot.
Standout Tracks That Stuck With Me
Let’s talk about “Hysteria And Loathing [No Escape Ads]” first. Clocking in at over 46 minutes, this track is basically its own journey. At first, it’s disorienting as hell—like being trapped inside a malfunctioning arcade game from the '80s. There are these eerie loops and glitchy sounds that make you feel like you’re losing your mind, but then BAM! Outta nowhere, there’s this moment around the 20-minute mark where everything drops out except for this haunting drone. It’s unsettling, sure, but also kinda beautiful? Like staring at a car crash—you know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t help yourself.
Then there’s “You’re A Fucking Rapist... That’s What You Are.” Yeah, yeah, I know—the title alone is enough to make people clutch their pearls. But hear me out. This track is raw, angry, and unapologetic. Over 21 minutes, it builds this intense wall of sound that feels like rage personified. The distorted vocals and pounding beats hit hard, and even though it’s chaotic as hell, there’s something cathartic about it. By the end, I was equal parts drained and exhilarated, like I’d just survived a really weird emotional rollercoaster.
Why This Album Is Worth Your Time
Look, The Butter Tape isn’t perfect—or maybe it is, depending on how much chaos you can handle. Some tracks drag a little too long (cough “Peace [Ode To Kevorkian]” cough), and others feel like they were recorded during a fever dream. But that’s kind of the point, right? This isn’t polished pop; it’s art that pushes boundaries and forces you to think.
And honestly? Listening to this album felt like stepping into another dimension—one where rules don’t exist and anything goes. Sure, it might not be my go-to for chilling after work, but damn if it didn’t leave a lasting impression.
Final Thoughts
Here’s the kicker: I still can’t decide if I love this album or hate it. Maybe both? Either way, it’s unforgettable, which is more than I can say for most things I’ve listened to lately. Oh, and fun fact—apparently, the last track, “Approach,” has two different lengths listed (5:37 or 6:38). Like… what? Did they forget to check the timer? Classic Das Chritz move, though. Totally matches the vibe.
So yeah, give The Butter Tape a shot if you’re feeling brave. Just don’t blame me if it messes with your head.
