miss cutter – the saddest bondage party

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Artist: miss cutter
title: the saddest bondage party
keywords: acoustic electronic experimental experimental experimental electronic harsh noise noise outsider rave Buenos Aires

Miss Cutter seduces us all into this ordeal by making us pass out on the sound of bells of doom playing a sleepy goodnight song. The dust of it falls into our eyes and when they close and suddenly are jumped open again in a state of awareness; the show had kicked in! Big electrodes shoot hot electric sounds through the brain, music waves that are on fire. While Miss Cuter fires things up, she sadistically shows us all the different ways how you could lick your own fingers. Crazily enough this might involve her cutting your tongue off so to move it close to your fingers for a lick as this is a case of music that keeps us in a state of sheer bondage. It might make the entire room dazzle, you might want to faint, or just buzz off in thinking that this just might be all a dream…

If it is indeed a dream the fake shibari that we are contained in feels rather real. But it also sounds so swinging and fat that it leaves a lot of room to dangle in. With something that sounds like an awesome distorted guitar and teamed up with tortuously shakily tight drums – the bondage fun is pushing us all to our outer limits. Do we enjoy this? Is this pleasure? Is it here that we would wish Miss Cutter to cut our ears off?

Infinite orgasms without fulfillment are all ours if Miss Cutter has her way with us. She got the vibes that is manically menacing, making us shiver from top to toe; our own fingers might be the only thing to muffle our loud moans of sensory overload. When Miss Cutter begins happily to spank our ass with bat shit dedication to the cause; the oral pleasures are simply taking us to an entirely galaxy far away. She uses us as a fun sounding drum, with a whole assortment of rhythmic slappers Miss Cutter’s music gives us a never ending stream of orgasm after orgasm.

Suddenly Miss Cutter brings in a succulent brat, one who is all thick and fleshy. This one steps around like a crushing happy elephant over our bodies, using it as a fun inducing trampoline. Good grief! Bones crack, our meaty human structure becomes all tenderized as the insanity of music makes the brat all excited in this torturous event of brilliant fun. Limps are all loosened up, shaken and twisted, twirled up as if it’s nothing. The lights are on as the brat jumps happily on our head with wild dance moves invoked by Miss Cutter’s demanding music. Dance of die seems to be the instruction here as the succulent brat uses us as a bouncy dance floor.

But Miss Cutter got more tricks up her sleeve. She brings the real torture: the sheer power to turn the dungeon into a rave! Inclusive blinding laser lights, booming kicks and trance sounds that you might have shat upon all your life. Miss Cutter shows no mercy, places the speakers next to your ears, goes behind the deejay desk and shoves the faders of volume solidly in the red. No more escape from the saddest bondage party ever! She mixes track into track, letting us not out of the domination sound of beats and annoying techno craziness. Our eyes might tumble in circles as if Miss Cutter had dropped some acid in them… floors melt, walls become nonexistent; Miss Cutter had brought sheer insanity to our sane little minds.

Later on we get the honorable choice to do a switch with Miss Cutter, or well she at least seems to consider it. You could hear her brain click and clack, thinking it all over as we are still in her web of funky music. Thoughts go around in circles as she slightly roughs us up with a bat; things aren’t so bleak over at this bondage session, although still it would be handy if we still had a tongue in order to command things – if Miss Cutter would decide to follow instead of lead… But NO Miss Cutter might have kept us all in suspense but won’t let us free from the ropes, she just makes us dance like a tied up sausage as she throws in the final goodbyes! We get shot at with militant precision, just to make sure we would not escape the saddest bondage party alive. Oh well, we had fun anyway! And her respectful funeral-worthy piano bits at the end will always be on our mind… not so sad afterall!
https://misscutter.bandcamp.com/album/the-saddest-bondage-party
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