Boot Wank 2003-2008: A Noise-Fueled Assault on Your Eardrums
Alright, let’s get this straight—Boot Wank 2003-2008 by SS Electronics ain’t for the faint of heart. This gnarly slab of noise-electronic chaos slams you like a steel-toed boot to the gut. Released in 2012 via Deadline Recordings, it’s a raw, unfiltered look at what happens when three twisted minds—Ella Einsmire, Geoff Markoff, and Richard Ramirez—decide they hate your speakers as much as you do. It’s ugly, abrasive, and kinda genius if you’re into that sorta thing.
First off, the track "No Skin Off My Ass" is one I can’t unhear, not that I’d wanna. The beat hits like someone stomping on broken glass while screaming nonsense into a busted mic. It’s relentless, man. Like, you think you’re ready for it, but then BAM—it just keeps building into this wall of static fury. You feel like you're being punished for something you didn’t even do. And honestly? That’s the vibe I want from noise music. If I wanted chill vibes, I’d listen to spa playlists or whatever.
Then there’s "Hitler Took It Up The Ass AKA In Hitler To The Hilt." Yeah, yeah, the title alone makes you go “wtf?” But once you press play, it’s clear these guys weren’t out here trying to make friends. It’s an industrial nightmare with distorted samples looping over jagged beats that sound like machinery eating itself alive. By the time it ends, you’ll either be laughing hysterically or questioning why you own headphones anymore. Either way, mission accomplished.
The rest of the album follows suit—tracks like "Two Skinheads Fuck (Excerpt)" and "Plague Walker (Part 1 & 2)" keep the aggression dialed up to eleven. There’s no filler, no soft moments, just pure auditory carnage. Even the untitled tracks slap hard enough to leave bruises.
What sticks with me about Boot Wank 2003-2008 is how unapologetically vile it feels. It doesn’t care if you like it; hell, it probably prefers if you hate it. Listening to this record is less about enjoying music and more about surviving an experience. Weirdly enough, though, after all the screeching synths and ear-splitting loops, I found myself kinda respecting it. Not everything has to be pretty or polished. Sometimes art needs to punch you in the face to remind you it exists.
And hey, fun fact—if you blast this album loud enough, your neighbors might call the cops thinking there’s a riot happening. So maybe don’t do that unless you’re prepared to explain why you’ve got Nazi Brutality blasting at max volume. Just saying.
