Kompressor – Destroy Mass Media

Destroy Mass Media

Armed with little more than a synth, a sequencer, and a big mask, Andreas K has created an alter-ego of unmatched vanity. Referring to himself in the third person, Kompressor sees himself and his music as a singular quest to “crush America with industrial might.” As admirable a quest as this is, his songs show a broader agenda. From education (“Vitamins Are Good,” “Never Talk to Strangers,” “Adding Up the Numbers”) to cleansing the world of bad Internet advertising (“We Must Destroy X10”), Kompressor expresses an interest in infiltrating and annihilating every annoyance in the modern digital environment. Supposedly born in Bremen, Andreas K now lives in Ohio where he works as a computer programmer. If this is true, Kompressor is the logical result of someone forced to endure the banality of the Mid-west. His bellicose rantings over a distorted Kraftwerk-inspired background are at first humorous, but grow more convincing over time. Anyone who has been impatient or dissatisfied with a computer, bureaucracy, or other de-humanized interaction will instantly recognize the appeal of Kompressor. Such frustrations resonate and fuel many of his songs, and ultimately are obliterated in his alternative universe.

“Destroy Mass Media,” is perhaps not as much of a classic as the many great songs Kompressor has written about himself, having neither the stark intensity of “K is for Kompressor” or the humor of “Kompressor Does Not Dance”; however, “Destroy Mass Media” does capture his eccentric wit and shows the totality of his surreal apocalyptic world. Working at first by listing what will be removed once mass media is destroyed, Kompressor singles out everything from recorded laughing to Ann Landers. The industrial techno beat beneath his voice throbs with mechanized elegance. The lyrics go on to tell of a satellite knocked out of orbit by a brick, falling into the ocean where it continues to broadcast. The fish receive investment advice, purchase stock, and gain great capital power which they use to (what else?) destroy mass media.

There are similar artistic oddities in independent music who have taken solo performance to extremes. Bob Log III is one example, with his motorcycle helmet-wearing, tit-clapping blues-a-billy stomp. Pleaseeasaur is another, with his multiple-costumed, audience-involved karaoke with songs about “Bowl Noodle Hot,” or islands made of beef. However, Kompressor stands out from the crowd, in part because Andreas K melds his individual imagination with a more collective yearning to dispose of the meaningless errata which clutters our social lives and obstructs our communities.