Tastes Like Metal
Spits Gold

In the gritty underbelly of digital chaos, this evolving series drops glitchy, monster-cat machines that chew on capitalism's edges.

I Bite the System. I Sell the Bite. I Smile.

These cats aren't just pixels; they are synthetic survivors spitting "gold" (value, vibes, whatever) amid the noise. They echo the real-world grind where creation demands sweat, gear, and grit.

My foundation was hauling five bags solo through Manila's modular synth scene. Laptop backpack. Yoga-sling for the stand. Shoulders loaded. Navigating tricycle hops from Amadeo to Silang, then punching through Skyway tolls to project visuals on ancient Intramuros walls.

That hustle cost 4-5k PHP per gig just to light up a dim corner.

The Digital Flip: Here, the visuals command the audio. Click one cat, and it ripples—triggering color glitches and layered hums. No gear lugging. Just polyphonic chaos you conduct with a mouse click. It turns static art into a portable jam session.

Genesis: 8 core p5.js machines on Tezos. Immortal code.
Evolution: I got "pregnant with remixes." Vanilla JS beasts roaming Ordinals and nested multi-chonks (art eating art).

Platforms became playgrounds. I use GridChonk for gridded galleries compiling hand-coded HTML "chonks," and Neocities for free-form embeds like Synthetic Hustle.

It is #SpamArt at its core. Punk aesthetics. Mismatched eyes. Pixelated voids. Vibe-coding sessions tweaking the script until it matches the stress.