Last Minute Thanksgiving Album by Ninja McTits: A Noise-Fueled Feast for the Ears
Yo, let me tell ya about this wild ride called Last Minute Thanksgiving Album. Released in 2016 by Ninja McTits (yes, that’s their name—don’t ask me how they came up with it), this thing is straight-up chaos wrapped in a shiny electronic bow. It’s got that raw, unfiltered Noise style, like someone took a blender to all your favorite synths and then hit “puree” on max power. The album came out under Tsundere Violence, which honestly sounds more like a wrestling tag team than a label, but hey, it fits.
Now, I gotta shout out two tracks that stuck with me because they’re just… unforgettable? Weird? Both?
First up: “Last Minute Thanksgiving Track.” Man, this one feels like being late to dinner and realizing you forgot to bring the cranberry sauce. It starts off kinda slow, almost teasing you, but then BAM—it drops into this glitchy mess of bleeps, bloops, and what I can only describe as digital screaming. Like, imagine if your Wi-Fi router could have an existential crisis. That’s this track. There’s no real structure here, just layers upon layers of sound crashing into each other like drunk relatives at a holiday party. And yet... it works. You feel something deep down when you listen to it, even if you're not sure what that something is. Maybe guilt? Or indigestion? Either way, it stays with you.
Then there’s another track—I won’t name it ‘cause titles don’t matter much here—but damn, does it slap. This one’s got these distorted basslines that rumble through your chest like a subway train running late. Every now and then, you’ll catch these little melodic snippets peeking through the noise, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. But before you can grab onto them, they vanish, leaving you chasing ghosts. It’s frustrating as hell, but also kinda beautiful? Like trying to remember a dream right after waking up.
Look, I’m not gonna lie—this album ain’t for everyone. If you’re looking for polished beats or catchy hooks, keep scrolling. But if you dig music that makes you question reality while simultaneously wanting to dance awkwardly in your kitchen, this might be your jam.
Reflecting on Last Minute Thanksgiving Album, I realized something weird: it’s less about the music itself and more about how it makes you feel. Listening to it felt like staring at static on an old TV screen—annoying, confusing, but secretly mesmerizing. It reminded me why we love art in the first place: sometimes, it doesn’t need to make sense. Sometimes, it just needs to exist.
Oh, and fun fact: apparently Ninja McTits didn’t actually eat turkey the day they finished recording. Priorities, huh?
