Particle Son
Harsh EBM, Terror EBM, Industrial, Guitar driven Industrial, Industrial Metal
2
songs
553
plays
Anthem for a New Tomorrow Anthem for a New Tomorrow
This song is about 9/11 and how our government orchestrated the event
Hardwired Hardwired
Particle Son is
Jared Scott(keyboards, programming, trash cans)
Nathan Malin (5 and 6 string guitar)
Dusty Powers (vox)Band/artist history
Particle Son is the creation of Jared Scott who gave birth to it in 1994 in southern california with two other members. Jared put the project on hold after he moved to Southern Oregon in the late 90's where he quickly met and signed Nathan Malin on as the new guitarist. Not long after, Jared ran into Dusty Powers with whom he bonded quickly with due to similar interests in music.Have you performed in front of an audience?Anywhere and anytime we get the chance, big venues, small venues, burning churches, bar mitzvas
Your musical influences
Jared: Front 242, Juno Reactor, Orbital, Orb
Nathan: Ministry, Cradle of Filth, anything metal
Dusty: Skinny Puppy, :wumpscut:, Psyclon 9, Aslan Faction, Tactical Sekt, Unit 187, Hocico, anything having to do with power noiseWhat equipment do you use?
Jared: Roland Juno Alpha One and Kurzweil K2000S V3
Nathan: Schetor 5 string Guitar and Ibanez 6 string
Dusty: Shure mic, Digitech vox processor
Lake Oswego, OR
USA
ID
184531
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Comments (2)
Ha!! Surprisingly polished sound, productionwise!! I love the crunchy guitars, and the electronix are awesome!! Keep it up!
I once had a dream that I was attending a party in a house behind the local Foster Freeze one night. As I walked into the house I was imediatly handed a Rolling Rock. Music was playing and people were talking, but my attention was immediatly drawn to the bottle caps that seemed to magicly hang from the walls. I was greated by someone who began to introduce me to everyone there. I particularly remember two people to whom I was introduced. One actually wasen't a person, rather a cat named Dizzy, who would sit on a skateboard, as if waiting for someone to hit the skateboard and send him flying through the air. Odd as this seemed it somehow fit perfectly into the atmosphere of the party. I was then introduced to someone named Bob, who was complaining about ripping his "lucky pants" while engaged in a lightsaber battle. My host then excused himself stating that he had to place a call to Budweiser, because he was running short on beer. I should have known that it was going to be a s
