While I ponder the fate of the Cesspool, you can ponder the meaning of this hypothetical musical genre, which I plan to invent as soon as I can gather up the proper gear:
It can't just be noise-music, found-sound manipulation, electric jazz or teched-out improvisation, per se. It's gotta be something else. I'm just not sure what it will be yet. And maybe that's what it is. Because it is impromptu.