|Genres||early hardcore, hardcore|
Nick Di Gabber (27 feb 2014)
Treachery's obsession with hardcore had humble roots as he needed a music loud and annoying enough to mask the screams of the victims tied up in his basement. With endless nights listening to shitty Hardcore CDs, Treachery finally had a nervous breakdown which caused him to move back in with his disappointed parents and make a half-assed attempt at a DJ career. After reaching out to most promoters in the US, based on their feedback Treachery realized that if he wanted to play for people besides his upset neighbors, DJing just wouldn't cut it anymore and he had to start producing. By hopping on a unicorn which flew over a rainbow all the way to Brooklyn, he dumpster dove through the bins outside the Industrial Strength Records offices until he found a rusted old Roland 909 and began to troll commuters & heroin addicts on the New York City subway with his non-existent musical skills. After enough practice and death threats, he finally made a few tracks which were of course rejected by every Hardcore label – but that would not quash Treachery's enthusiasm. After prostituting his way back to Virginia, he finally found one promoter who felt sorry enough for Treachery to give him an opening slot DJing at a kid's birthday party. Because of his reputation and willingness to play for peanuts, Treachery's booking schedule filled up quickly and he even managed to play Europe a few times though sadly Dutch customs confiscated his waifu body pillow and fedora. After being tired of 3 AM track submission calls, Industrial Strength Records reluctantly agreed to sign Treachery upon the condition he would never contact them again. What does the future hold for this rising star of Hardcore?