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One of my favorite music uploaders on youtube, Krushed Opiates Music, posted some tracks from Ashtrayhead that I stumbled my way into. They post a lot more deep cuts and remixes, which I appreciate in my endeavors to diversify my radio show and find new music so I am not just playing the heaviest rotation of KMFDM you've ever heard on the airwaves. This song earwormed its way into my heart About Ashtrayhead, according to the uploader - Ashtrayhead was a short-lived industrial music project fronted by Marc Heal, best known for his work with Cubanate. The project released a single self-titled album, Ashtrayhead, in 1997. It fused elements of industrial, techno, and metal, and was released in Europe via Dynamica and in the U.S. via Invisible Records. And according to the website sonic-boom in an old review of the album: The lone maniac behind Ashtrayhead in none other the Marc Heal of Cubanates little brother. Of course Marc can't resist the urge to help out his younger sibling and it definitely shows in both the lyrical and musical contributions to this album. For the most part Ashtrayhead is four on the floor techno whose thundering bass lines and corny lyrics will probably pack the floors of most clubs for no other reason than you dance your ass off to it.
Cubanate - Autonomy