OH FOR A VOICE LIKE THUNDER
AND A TONGUE TO DROWN THE THROAT OF WAR
Cupric was not always Cupric. Once upon a time, he was Cuprous. Earlier still, he was METAL! Baptised in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, the excesses of his style were melted away, leaving this dross. These sonic artefacts date from a fledgling æon, where styles were uncertain and equipment was unfamiliar. Awkward acts of discovery, and the arrogance to improve and acquire led to the coördinated complex Cupric that you have come to expect. This page is about that process.
Selected Early Works
The following songs and mixes are encoded using as mp3 for your convenience.
More will be added as they are found in dusty nooks and crannies.
I am not just a scientist! Cupric exclaimed unto the void, and the creation was at hand. (This file is large(~ 87 MB).)
This Downtempo tag team set between Cupric and Frozen Horse was going OK until Melanesians crashed the party (This file is large (~75 MB).)