Sometimes, the most defiling muck lurks just beneath the surface of the seemingly normal.
Human Fluid Rot is the handle of blond Fort Lauderdale lad and noise aficionado Robert Wilson Brantley, a fixture of the South Florida freak scene who strokes the boundaries of sonic decency and flips off any and all aural authority other than total disorder.
But unlike all the preternaturally damaged scum that carries on with its harshness and bleak reflections on culture and society, Brantley is usually spotted with an ear-to-ear smile conveying convivial enthusiasm.
However, do not let this this exterior fool you: Human Fluid Rot drops some of the most gratingly chaotic atonality this side of modern plumbing, and experiencing it might cause abnormal organ function and cerebral scrambling. Armed with a small noise table and an assemblage of pedals, mixers, and various other pieces of gear, Brantley unleashes a layered wall of sound that pummels with nuance.