Midst’s Noisy Groove Chops Butt


Contrary to popular belief, I used to have a butt. Now, thanks to the hellish new sound of Midst, I look like Hank Hill and likely need a gluteal prosthesis. That is to say, my butt has been chopped, and it will never become unchopped. This is my Humiliation.

Born in the sweltering moors of England via Canada, Midst is the one man noise project of Toilet ov Hell amigo Guacamole Jim. The debut album, Humiliation, spans eight tracks of metropolitan chaos and blinding white noise, sandwiched like human cattle trapped in the endless grind of rush hour traffic. Or like two butt cheeks pressed together awaiting the cleaver of modernity. It’s a sound alien and hostile, yet distinctly human; a robotic butcher’s hand taking your pressed hams to the slaughter. Its whirring electronics and head-bobbing rhythms remind us of the claustrophobic knossos within which we’ve trapped ourselves. Humiliation is the urban experience put to industrial metal, a grinding factory of posterior meat, and it’s as soul-sucking as daily life.


Some tracks, like opening number “Scapegoat” and the exhausting “The Builders” are centered entirely on feedback loops of noise, each a systemic exercise of the dehumanizing causal loops of careers and relationships and so much commuting that chap your ass on the reg. Other songs, like “Marked” or “Long We Await the Coming of the Dawn,” are crafted around metal drum loops and percussive compositions reminiscent of those STOMP tapes you had to watch in junior high, only cracked out after too much krokodil injected up the poopchute. Still other songs, like “Nephilim,” consist almost entirely of swarthy, swarming feedback and distortion, reminiscent of heat blasts and billowing smoke in an industrial foundry. The hammering walls of noise in the title track only serve to further pound home the fact that your butt has been lost forever to the metropolis.

Humiliation is the sound of modernity chopping away what’s left of your hiney, but thankfully it won’t cost you an extra pound of butt flesh at “Name Your Price.” Now that’s a deal that’s easy on the wallet (and thereby the keister). Get it here.

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  • Stockhausen

    Like the pitiable fellow on the cover and our dear Dubs, my butt has been chopped to oblivion. Guac is probably wearing it as a hat now.

  • Joaquin Stick

    Pls hlp. My insides are now on the outside. What do?

    • Dubby Fresh

      Are they outside your butt or what?

      • Joaquin Stick

        Unsure. Feelsbad, but also not that bad. Like middle bad.

        • Dubby Fresh

          Prolapse. I think we’re gonna have to put you down.

      • Howard Dean

        Did someone say insides outside of the butt?

        [inserts prolapse meme; gets banned from ToH; loses job]

    • Janitor Jim Duggan

      I’d go to a doctor if that’s the case.

  • Howard Dean

    Wait, Guacamole Jim has a one man noise band?! Dang!


  • God

    I tend to not enjoy noise at all really, but this is pretty damn listenable! I gotta listen to it when I can have some alone time to fully digest it.

  • Óðinn

    “Butt”. Teeheehee.

  • sweetooth0

    I like how it brings in the blast beats. THis is good noise!

  • GrungierNine0

    Buttocks have been thoroughly chopped, just like the necks of Henry VIII’s wives.

  • GoatForest

    Guacamole Jim, you have created something wrong and unholy. I wholeheartedly approve.

  • Danceable!

  • “The Builders” is really doing . . . something . . . for me.

  • Óðinn

    “In the 1980’s, Ronald Reagan deregulated children’s TV programming. This allowed large toy companies to finance the production of thousands of hours of shows that were designed to sell toys. Rather than be educated and/or simply entertained, this very vulnerable audience could now be exploited for financial gain. Bad for kids, but good for me. Reagan’s mostly unheralded policy shift created an enormous demand for scripts, which allowed me to get my first job in television. In a matter of months, I went from struggling musician to gainfully employed scriptwriter. My life dramatically changed for the better, (comedically changed for the better?), because a Republican president decided the pursuit of profit need not be hindered by the common good. I’ve always felt a bit ambivalent about this. For many years I’ve wondered if my success came at a price. Were children growing up in the 1980’s somehow harmed by the cynical, thirty-minute commercials that suddenly engulfed the after-school hours and all of Saturday morning? Well, wonder no longer. If thirty-two-year-old, White House advisor Stephen Miller is any indication, the damage done to some of those kids was deep and irreparable. ” – Chuck Lorre

    • GrumpDumpus


  • NefariousDude

    I like this, nice job guac man!

  • GrumpDumpus


  • Joey Penner

    I hate to be Mr. Spellcheck, but “noisy” is spelled as such. Noisey is Vice’s music department.

    • GrumpDumpus


    • Dubby Fresh

      got dangit

  • member when we got to see Guac’s butt?