Happy Grindcore Gabber Evolution
🎤 Interview with a Member of "Cosplayers of Your Dead Granny" (xCxYxDxGx)
Journalist:
How did you even come up with the idea of performing with your dead grandma’s corpse? Is this some kind of ritual? Are you a satanist? We’ll talk music later, but for now—let’s focus on your star act: Granny. She’s dead, right?
Artist:
Hey there. Honestly, everything I create is a concept—whether it’s my performance style, my musical delivery, or the core of grindcore itself: classic blast beats and shredded guitars, reimagined gabber, extratone... even the lyrics look like broken keyboard mashes or random symbols. It’s all cosplay—a representation of the aesthetic madness I see in visual reality.
One day I wondered: what would it be like if a coffin with your beloved granny stood on stage while a DJ tore through hellish, fragmented, math-inspired rhythms—a blend of grindcore and electronics. It creeped me out... felt like I’d crap myself from the sheer intensity—if I weren’t a grind-freak who thrives on maximum musical insanity.
Journalist:
Well... I meant to ask about the music, just not that aggressively.
Still, the coffin grandma is a powerful image and style. In your animated clips, she gets wrecked by you, but in real life you seem to care about her. Is she an actual member of the project? Your real grandma?
Artist:
Solid question, man. Probably the best of the night.
The project’s called Cosplayers of Your Dead Granny. We cosplay her. We cosplay death. It’s homage, reverence, and satire—rolled into one. Works great as a format: for cosplay cons, gigs, festivals. We rotate looks, but Granny stays consistent—in her classic deadpan style.
She’s my grandma. My beloved one. Death is beautiful. She embodies it. She’s mine, yours, his, hers. Everyone’s grandma. Schrödinger’s Granny—alive and dead at once.
Russia has Granddad Lenin. Egypt has the Pharaohs. It’s complex—and simple—if you get the humor and accept reality.
Journalist:
You said you're a grindcore musician. How did you get into electronic music?
Artist:
In music, there are no hard boundaries. I play what sounds right. I wanted chaos and jagged edges, so yeah—I’m grindcore to the bone.
Grind is pure pummeling, and I do just that. Wanted extreme chopped-up electronic sound—but everything out there felt too tame.
So I started mixing grind and gabber, flirting with extratone, dubstep, hardcore techno, even goth.
Journalist:
When I first heard your stuff, I was lost—just noise and chaos. Then some pieces started making sense.
Artist:
Noise and cacophony are music too. There’s harmony in decay, disintegration, rot... and that’s where new life emerges—physically and musically.
Journalist:
Tell me about your record.
Artist:
Brought my new album—Human Animal Farm.
People are hypocrites and traitors. Friendship’s cheap. Betrayal is currency—used to feed hungry animals.
I imagined a party on an Ohio farm: cows joyfully shaking their udders while pigs and sheep slam-dance to our tracks.
Inspired, I made the album. The party kicks off because the farmers get eaten. Feels just.
Journalist:
Is the album a cry for animal rights? Feed politics?
Artist:
Nah, it’s my musical comedy in picture form. To be honest—I eat meat. I don’t fake it. But ideas deserve space too.
I don’t drink skim milk or eat like Hare Krishnas. Everything on Earth is for humans. I get how things work. I don’t throw tantrums, but when there’s an idea inside—I won’t stay silent.
Journalist:
Back to Granny. How old is she? Does she have a name?
Artist:
She’s ancient. Pretty sure she saw Pharaohs. At the very least—Lenin.
A name? Let everyone choose their own. She’s everyone’s grandma.
There’s love here. But this ain’t gerontophilia. It’s respect. Trust.
Before every set—I personally do her makeup, wash her, perform all the rituals.
Journalist:
Random curveball—what’s your day job?
Artist:
Engineer. I design bridges. Bridges between worlds—this one and the others.
Journalist:
Nice. After this interview, I think fans will know exactly what to say to you at shows.
What’s the farthest you’ve traveled for a gig? How do you transport Granny—by plane? By ship?
Artist:
Ha, bro! Locally—on a trailer.
Abroad—checked luggage. She’s collapsible!
Journalist:
Seriously?
Artist:
Yep! Farthest gig was a cosplay fest in Japan.
We went full hardcore with anime girls.
Journalist:
Have you ever wanted to see Lenin? Been to Russia?
Artist:
My great-grandma was from Rostov. I know Russia through photos and stories.
Of course I’d love to walk Red Square, see Lenin... maybe even introduce him to our Granny.