NSFW: Controversial Avant Garde Electronic Music: Blow Job 4

This is a new version of Wojciech Kosma’s Blow Job, which explores the audio feedback effects of fellatio on a microphone.

From a performance at Image Music Text Gallery in London.

Is this art, music or just an attempt to scandalize people that kind of liked the heterosexual Blow Job with a gay version? It certainly pushes the boundaries of music and challenges your preconceptions of what music is.

Let me know what you think in the comments.

13 thoughts on “NSFW: Controversial Avant Garde Electronic Music: Blow Job 4

  1. Why waste bandwidth/space by promoting either version? Can’t those to whom this is interesting or of some unfathomable redeeming value as a “political” statement find and promulgate such tripe elsewhere?

  2. This is retarded. Both are just doing it for spite and attention. There’s nothing useful or creative about it except watching an ugly assed guy try to look seductive blowing a mic. He’s horribly ugly, how is this hot! Oh wait, he is doing something arguably-sexual in public! Now he gets attention! Go fuck yourself with that mic.

    In a month this shit will be forgotten about and he still wouldn’t have gotten laid.

  3. “It certainly pushes the boundaries of music and challenges your preconceptions of what music is”

    Not really. The audible results are simply uninteresting.

  4. Tommy

    “The audible results are simply uninteresting” doesn’t that apply equally to much of popular and even classical music, too, though?

  5. His music must have really sucked, so he figured the only way he can get noticed is by sucking off a microphone. I hope he remembers the old
    saying: “When you suck a microphone you are sucking everyone who has used that microphone”. He just sucks, plain and simple.

  6. As the lord said previously, the experiment of life titled humanity is officially a failure.

    We officially announce the tentative end date of December 21, 2012 as a definite “red button” date, wherein if you managed to straighten up just a little bit we would’ve shown you eternal life on that date.

    Instead, expect flaming microphones to fall from the sky, blackening the sun and scouring your wretched idiocy from the universe.

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