Experimental music? That's a wide net. Cast it into the ocean and you're likely to drag up more boots and tin cans than rock lobsters. But there's Slapping Purses, thrashing about on the forward deck among all that offal like some bizarre, deep-water lungfish. Cheap Casio keyboards never saw Slapping Purses coming, and that sucker punch has left all those bleeps and bloops in a crumbled heap, disintegrating into a stew of battery acid. Noise dance is a coming craze. From Crystal Castles to Skoal Kodiak to Unicorn Basement, DIY punks are finding newer and better ways to shake ass, and Slapping Purses is the movement's most valuable export. Low-bit, defiantly crude, and searingly over-amped, a Slapping Purses show is a gunpoint marriage of grimy bass lines and boom-bip rhythm, and the sound is an imperative command to swap sweat by any means necessary.