Me and my blasphemy

I don`t neccesarily know why I am into this Japanese song `Game` by Perfume, but here you are...



Warning! This son of a bitch contains enough goddamned autotuned vocalizing that it makes Britney Spears sound like Mahalia Jackson.

Perhaps it is the `form as function` theory, or some extremist take on basic Warholism, but I guess this is as valid an example of machines making music as Kraftwerk envisioned it as one can find.

Or maybe I`m just tired from running around a little mercury-infested town by the sea of Kyushu known as `Minamata.`

"Come on in, the water`s FUCKED!"