Note: Jon Mess is the lead unclean vocalist in the post-hardcore outfit called Dance Gavin Dance, and i just wanted to mention that he did make the album cover their first official EP \"Whatever I Say Is Royal Ocean\" which they released through Rise Record and for some reason are still signed to Rise.
This album was recorded at Jon Mess apartment in Sacramento, CA.
A donation of $1 or more will go towards paying rent to Jon Mess apartment and recording studio.
All vocals are \"freestyle\" and not pre-written, many of the lyrics are unknown and difficult to decipher.
\"Upon first listen, I had no idea what this asinine excuse for a recording was meant to convey. Through further inspection, my brain insisted that the artist must suffer from some sort of cognitive dissonance disorder, possibly over time, accumulating a hefty sum of backed up ear wax, stretching from canal to brain, preventing any attempt at cohesion or semblance of structure in the work. Douchebags and assholes will site this record as pure genius.\"
\"The production was meh, I really thought production, production, but when I think about production I think about journalism classes I took to write about music, so what is production?\"
\"Jon Mess has used the brunt of his intellectual stupor to weave a tapestry of innovation and collapsible imagery that only an idiot savant could gregariously muster\"
\"Its times like these that defying gravity has exploded onto the scene, there's no telling where this compost-heap-of-a-half-digested, behemoth of a record, will take him and his unique brand of underdeveloped troll pop.\"
\"An arrangement of sounds pretending to be music isn't really music music, per say, but somehow I feel that this is music disguised as not music, and is therefore actually music.\"
\"Someone once said, how can we know good without knowing evil? How can we ever know if the music we are listening to is good or bad without first hearing Defying Gravity?
Jon Mess paints us an audio landscape of atrocious proportions. Covering the 65 shades and forms of terrible, annoying, and insane, this malicious attack on the ears sheds light upon the side of music we shun and hide from. Escape into a world, bleak and barren, thick and textured, simple and complex, dumb and gay, and experience the transcendental understanding of what it means to hear a creation that is truly wrong.\"
\"It took a lot of hallucinogenic mushrooms and painkillers, but after the first 18 listens I found a few parts kinda catchy.\"
