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~ Release group by deadmau5

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Official
> album title goes here < 2×CD 13 + 5 mau5trap, Parlophone MAU5CDPL015, [none] 0883958010686
> album title goes here < CD 13 mau5trap MAU5CDPL015 883958010686
> album title goes here < CD 13 Ultra Records (US electronic/dance label) UL 7841-2 617465784125
> album title goes here < Digital Media 13 Ultra Records (US electronic/dance label) UL7915
> album title goes here < (iTunes release) Digital Media 18 Ultra Records (US electronic/dance label)
> album title goes here < Digital Media 13 mau5trap MAU5CD015

Relationships

associated singles/EPs: Channel 42 by deadmau5 + Wolfgang Gartner
Professional Griefers by deadmau5 feat. Gerard Way
Telemiscommunications by deadmau5 & Imogen Heap
The Veldt by deadmau5 feat. Chris James
part of: Music Canada Certified Gold Albums
Discogs: https://www.discogs.com/master/473016 [info]
Wikidata: Q23321 [info]
Wikipedia: en: Album Title Goes Here [info]
reviews: http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/reviews/rdj9 [info]

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He's a divisive sort, deadmau5. That's okay, many of music's most interesting characters are. But it's notable that he - he being 31-year-old Toronto EDM producer Joel Zimmerman - seems to thrive off putting noses out of joint.

Whether he's declaring that DJ culture "bores me to f***ing tears", or explaining the nature of electronic live performance as "pressing the space bar", or clashing with figures as diverse as Madonna to Paris Hilton to A Guy Called Gerald, it is quite clear that the man in the mouse's head is not out to make friends.

There is little love, peace and understanding to >album title goes here<. From the snarky title to the oppressive robo-beat barrage that is his stock-in-trade, Zimmerman has the stance of a pugilist. This in itself can be fairly impressive. Superliminal and Channel 42 advance impassively, hydraulic and monstrous, crushing all in their path with insistent four-to-the-floor rhythm and heavy, saturated synth.

Professional Griefers, meanwhile - named, presumably, in honour of those who intentionally disrupt multi-player online video games - enlists My Chemical Romance's Gerard Way for a guitar-smeared stomp reminiscent of Marilyn Manson in its evil countenance and deranged wreckage of imagery: "Morning sickness / X-Y-Z / Teenage girls with ESP!"

Undoubtedly, though, there is a lack of soul to this set. The peaks and troughs are too artificially plotted to feel properly euphoric, and even when Zimmerman does come upon a sweet melody he calls it something like Fn Pig and nails it senselessly to a lurching, head-banger beat. Only on the closing Telemisccommunications, a shimmering cloud of glitch-electro relating a relationship lived through transatlantic telephone lines, does he really find something approaching emotion.

Perhaps a little more time spent listening to his dance music forbearers would give >album title goes here< a little heart. Right now, for all its impressive fireworks, it feels hollow as its title.