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i am the great eraser in the sky

Jared Louche
Hello, creatures. Welcome to "Eine Kleine Nicht Music". Since we all know that many of you are masked in others' feathers and myriad conceptual raiment, I want to lay out the terrain here at the outset of this lurid peepshow. I am me. I'm not a construct or a phantasmagorical fabrication. My disclaimer is that I'm the real Jared Louche in all my finery, strangeness and contrariness. I was once described as displaying every contridiction possible. That's a bit harsh as I don't think that I cover the waterfront, just the stimulating sections, with vigor. I post when I can though seldom respond to posts. I cruise the landscape in my module, sometimes stopping, sometimes not, seldom getting out. though there are machines that add friends as well. If you want scintillating conversation I can be found on tour or on some of the other sites, but this is not a good place to get in touch with me for anything more serious than post comments.
This is NOT a mail program for me. Please comment, but you'll get little joy if you're "an old friend" trying to get in touch with me.

I've come across the uncredited use of my writing in other people's work and on their web sites. I suppose that this shouldn't surprise me as much as it does, but it does. Not that my writing's so good that one would be foolish not to want to steal it, but that anyone would be so utterly deluded as to believe that, in an age of viral interconnectivity, that it wouldn't eventually be discovered. This forces me to state the obvious. The copyright of all writing and all images here belongs solely to me unless otherwise noted, and if you use any of it without first getting my permission I promise you I WILL come after you with a carving knife and take a slice off the back.
What a stupid and boring thing to have to say.

Now, on with the show.
This is the band's bio. To get something more thorough on me you'll just have to read the interviews.

Throughout the 90s, CHEMLAB blazed a fearsome trail through the Indie music scene, alternately setting then breaking every convention of driving Machine Rock. Their music exploits the chaos found when the oil-slick surface of digital dance grooves meets the churning, sonic water of the guitar’s organic roar.

CHEMLAB’s first full album, Burn Out At The Hydrogen Bar was written in the fuse burned, midi-ghettos of NYC by superuncool co-conspirators Jared Louche and Dylan More. Recorded in 1992 at Chicago Trax studio, it quickly became the Machine Rock standard against which future records have been measured. Forged of tense, sample-rich programming, drenched in vicious, guitar roar and venting lyrics about a surreal, damaged proto-future, it unleashed a tsunami of rave reviews from magazines as varied as Alternative Press, Raygun, Keyboard and Rolling Stone. The record torched through the charts, trashed dance floors and shoved the band out on endless tours supporting Nine Inch Nails, White Zombie, Skrew and many others. Now joined by rail-gun drummer Servo, CHEMLAB’s next album, East Side Militia, was written and recorded with old friends William Tucker (Ministry, Foetus) and touring guitarist Geno Lenardo (pre-Filter). East Side capitalised on the power of Burn Out, four-wheeling CHEMLAB’s explosive sound through uncharted terrain that mixed hammering dance-rock songs with disturbing ambient nightmares. Again the band received glowing press reviews, and again the record confounded all expectations. CHEMLAB took their gasoline riot shows on the road once more, touring with KMFDM, GWAR, Sister Machine Gun, 16 Volt and more. Tireless gigging, avalanches of critical acclaim, extensive radio play and a reputation for pushing the envelope of the unexpected has built CHEMLAB a broad and ferociously loyal fan base around the world.

The last few years have seen CHEMLAB frontman Jared Louche release a solo record from his decadent new base in London (the critically acclaimed Covergirl, produced by Martin Atkins), collaborate with electro-sex-noise project h3llb3nt (feat. members of CHEMLAB, 16 Volt, Haloblack/X-Lover, Thrill Kill Kult), spread his solo performance smear all over London, the UK and Europe, and tour the US many times with Pigface.

Now suited, rebooted and mutated, CHEMLAB explodes onto the scene once more with their new Invisible Records monsterpiece Oxidizer, offering up a musical scornocopia that drags Machine Rock deep into the future. Recorded with Jason Novak and Jamie Duffy (Acumen Nation) and long-time CHEMLAB collaborator FJ (the Aggression), Oxidizer is the perfect synthesis between the aggression of Burn Out and the groove of East Side, all of it channelled through a fractured T-Rex filter. The album features long-time CHEMLAB touring guitarist Greg Lucas, who adds a rich Stooges sound to the twisted, motorik programming. Oxidizer was produced by Jared Louche, Jason Novak and Julian Beeston (Nitzer Ebb, Cyber-Tec, Pigface etc). From the vicious Industrial slam of “Binary Nation” to the destructo-metal chunk of “Monkey God”, from the outer-spaced sadness of “Megahurts” to the lipstick-smeared Glam-Punk of “Scornocopia”, Oxidizer packs a fistful of sharp hooks, swaggering attitude and Machine Rock glory that will resonate long after the latest flavor-of-the-month bands have whimpered into obscurity.

Since the dead-heat summer of 2005 CHEMLAB has resurfaced as a touring entity as well. With the tireless help and sweat of genius programmer, multi-instrumentalist Gabriel from ebm atmosphere-generator mindFIELD (www.mindFIELD.org and www.myspace.com/mindfieldebm), the band have been playing select "hit-it-and-quit-it" shows around the country with a fully rewired and ever-mutating line-up. Plans are in the ethers for tours both around the US as well as the rest of the globe, so don't touch that dial. We're not done fucking with your little universe yet!

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