If you blanketed the ground with various sized snares, kick drums and cymbals and then, for some reason, a torrential downpour of drumsticks fell from the sky, you’d end up with a sound close to the brain-melting classical spaz of Venetian Snares. 90 hits-per-second. Blissfully random. Over-achieving techno; like shot of heroin to your cerebral cortex.
Zachary Dinerstein 
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