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Noise is not a musical style. It is not aesthetics. It is not noise, a position, a choice. Noise is a man. A man who is nothing. A blank. Erased.
To experience Maxim Turbo is to experience a chaotic, defiant, wild, personal and touching noise. A man on the edge, wading through a puddle of sin and grace. A village fool who hums his tunes and accompanies himself with a mixer, tape, pedals, vocals and trumpet and leads us smiling to the terrible nothingness within.