Occasionally, during an object's journey across the mortal spectrum, it is impacted by a singular, fateful event responsible for it's absolute and complete transformation.

Much like Dr. Bruce Banner's detonation of an experimental gamma weapon of his own design, or the sting that Peter Parker suffered at the chelicerae of a radioactive arachnid, 0CO's existence was to be forever altered the moment he connected a drum computer and synthesizer via MIDI and pressed "Play".

The seemingly random cacophony of synthesized eructations that ensued has since compelled 0CO to dedicate countless resources in the pursuit of a sonic landscape that evokes the swan song of a robot in malfunction.

With such behavior condemned by a society he is soon outcast from, refuge can only be found among nocturnal subterraneans that thrive on low-frequency, high-decibel audio emissions while immersed in potentially seizure-inducing stroboscopics. Safety at last.

0CO is a loyal yet eccentric student of the sonic manifesto co-authored by Prototype 909, Chris Barbosa and Maurizio Cavalieri while on holiday between the West Coast of Holland and Detroit.

Much to the bewilderment of gyrating spectators, 0CO's tools appear to be from a lost era. But despite the snake pits of insulated copper, vast assortment of awkward power adaptors and sheer tonnage of requisite equipment, 0CO's penchant for haptic intercourse with his electronic munitions results in a decisive victory of immediacy vs. convenience.