Tropical Solitude

New melancholic lo-fi shit fresh of the tape deck!

Minimalistic beat production using a Roland TR-8, Ableton Live, the microKORG, and a Yamaha 4-track cassette recorder. Get responsibly baked and go listen! 🎧

Nihilistic Scrapbooking
Miles Away
Fractured Telemetry
Planned Obsolescence
Final Approach
A Life Left Behind

Also available via Bandcamp and YouTube

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All tracks composed and recorded by Tommy Boylston

Tropical Dystopia

Some chill shit straight outta Broward County, Florida:

Downtempo, drum machine driven ghetto-bass with elements of chillwave,
vaporwave. and abstract, drugged out minimalism...

Turning On
Midnight Hustle
Gomez on the Case
Strange Dreams
Roads of Excess
Chrome Cassette
No Tribe
Reprogrammed Tranquility

Available for streaming/download/purchase via:


All tracks composed and recorded by Tommy Boylston

The TR-606 Expansion for the Roland TR-8 Has Arrived!

I'm not sure how I didn't see this sooner, but Roland has just released a firmware update for the 7X7 expansion which now incorporates the amazing sounds of the TR-606 drum machine into the TR-8. At your fingertips, you now have the following classic beatboxes:

Roland TR-808
Roland TR-909
Roland TR-727
Roland TR-707
Roland TR-606

As to be expected, you can mix & match your sounds so that you can run with the kick from a 606, the snare from an 808, toms from the 727, and hats from the 909. For a drum machine nerd, such as myself, this is fucking fantastic!

Get all the info here!

The Miscreanthology: Music for Interventions

Drum machines, microphones, 4-track recorders, feedback, guitars, samplers, skateboards, sleaze, dysfunction, nihilism, turntables, slipmats, needle thrashing, analog synthesis, lo-fi everything, counterculture, experimentation, digital destruction, sonic manipulation, fuzz pedals, space echo, spring reverb, damaged delay units, tape noise, trap kits, vocoders, talk-boxes, theremins, amps, speakers, woofers, tweeters, dusty records, multi-channel mixers, ear goggles, Casio keyboards, strange loops, sex sounds, 12-bit beats, bad raps, live claps, djembes, jam sessions, distorted vocals, filter sweeps, knobs, crossfaders, sequencers, cassette decks, saturation, compression, motels, strippers, peepshows, DIY ethics, improvisation, bongs, bowls, beans, lysergic acid diethylamide, psychedelic freakouts, surrealism, manic panic, mohawks, abstract angst, ill harmonics, stoned vibes, offbeat rhythms, crazy girlfriends, red wine, white wine, cocktails, beer, modded kicks, broken snares, good times, bad times, seven day weekends, insomnia, isolation, insanity, absurdity, and everything in between....

I've been recording music in one form or another since 1989, and whereas the collection below is far from everything, it represents the gist of the sonic-nonsense that I've released or been involved with between 1993 and 2015 under such monikers as The Miscreants, Tripnophonic, Casiohardcore, Pugs on Drugs, Sleaze Machine, and most recently; The Hi-Fi/Low-Life

Be forewarned that most, if not all of the early tracks prior to 2000 were recorded either on an analog 4-track or on a second hand cassette deck so the quality is probably not  up to modern standards. To put things into a further perspective, many of these songs were recorded live in one take with minimal, if any, legitimate production value. Back then, it was all about capturing a certain moment, mood, or vibe which could not be easily reproduced or duplicated. I didn't start utilizing digital audio until 2001, and even then, it was used reluctantly as initially it felt too paint-by-number, but as time went on, I realized that it opened up a plethora of possibilities ranging from virtual instruments and effects to unlimited, non-destructive tracking and editing. From 2002 forward, I fully immersed myself into the realm of digital audio and honed my skills with software such as Cubase, Rebirth, FL Studio, Acid Pro, Cakewalk, as well as my current DAW; Ableton Live. Lastly, keep in mind that many of the aforementioned early tracks may have been digitized via a second or even third generation cassette recording as the multitrack masters were lost years ago. I did my best to clean these up a bit while still maintaining the sonic integrity, but as the old saying goes; you can't polish a turd.  

With that said, for the first time in one place, I excitedly/shamefully present twenty-two years worth of my music, collectively known as...

The Miscreanthology: Music for Interventions (1993-2015)

Part 1: Bad Raps & Punk Shit

Part 2: Instrumental Vibes

Part 3: The Hi-Fi/Low-Life



SLEAZE! is a short film/music video by The Hi-Fi/Low-Life (aka Tommy Boylston) based on the Music for Sleazy + Illicit Encounters project. It's nasty, grimy, and filled with an unsettling amount of psychedelia, both visually and musically. Most of the cuts are from various Russ Meyer movies as well as drug propaganda and educational films from the 1960's, however the music was composed, arranged and recorded by Tommy Boylston for Miscreant Productions. 

Acid Keek

Goodbye, Scooberto

(2000 - 2015)

With tremendous sadness and a heavy heart, I regretfully announce the passing of one of the greatest dogs that I’ve ever known; the one and only Scoob (aka Senior Scooberto). He lived an awesome, adventure filled life and was always surrounded by love and affection. As he gracefully aged from a young pup into an old, wise man, he became more and more of a loyal companion, and stayed by our sides, even in the worst of times. He was loved by many, and undoubtedly left a warm spot in the hearts of anybody that ever met him. Amongst his animal peers, he was the cool, yet cranky old man that they followed around and often slept and cuddled with. On Sunday, he went out for his morning stroll in the backyard and feel in the pool and never made it out. We found him several minutes later and despite performing CPR , we were not able to save him. It was beyond heartbreaking. He, like our cats, wasn’t just a pet; he was part of our family, and we have indeed suffered a great loss with his passing. We love you, little buddy!

The Hi-Fi/Low-Life - Music For Sleazy + Illicit Encounters

The Money Shot
Crime Factory
Pushing Buttons on a Burning Bridge
Gnome in the Barrio
Crime Factory (Arthur Diddle Style)

(MP3 | 320kbps | 38mb)

Fuck Mary Poppins

A few weeks ago, I came home from the grocery store and immediately noticed that the umbrella was missing from the patio table. I looked around the backyard for several minutes, but it was nowhere to be found. As I was walking back into the house, I couldn't help but to notice an orange umbrella perched upon my roof. It's kinda strange because the weather wasn't stormy or blustery that day, but somehow, the umbrella was unanchored from the base and pulled up to the roof without the slightest bit of damage to the table. I'm guessing that it was either a gust of wind or just another glitch in the matrix. Nonetheless, I wrestled the ladder from the garage, made my way up to the roof, and lowered the rogue umbrella to safety.

Deep Dreaming

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