Chainsaws, sticky tape, and matters of life and death

In this post on Ben Goldacre's excellent Bad Science (a site to which I have linked tediously frequently), Ben opines that reporting on a peculiar suicide in such a way that readers would learn enough to be able to duplicate it is "one of the most appalling and foul pieces of reporting I have ever seen".

The report he's talking about is here, about the suicide of one David Phyall. Do feel free to read it, and the Bad Science post, before reading the rest of this.

Goldacre bases his objection on the fact that widely-disseminated reporting on particular types of suicide has been proven to increase not only the popularity of that type of suicide, but the overall suicide rate. In other words, if a popular newspaper puts anybody who throws themselves in front of a train on the front page with a huge headline and a big full-colour picture of the remains, you can expect people who would not, otherwise, have killed themselves to do so, and even to favour trains as the means of their demise.

"Suicidality" is not like genetics, or height, or even religion. Some people are seriously suicidal for a length of time, but most people who intended to kill themselves but did not, are not still suicidal the next day. (Which is a bit of a bugger if they've chosen a suicide technique that takes a while to kill you, like paracetamol overdose.)

Given this, it clearly is irresponsible for the mass media to report on suicides in their usual "hey, wow, check this out dude" tone.

But.

Here's a thought experiment for you, Ben.

How bizarre would a suicide have to be to make it acceptable, in your opinion, for it to be reported in sufficient detail that readers could, had they the determination and resources (two things that suicidal people typically, of course, lack), duplicate it?

Crawling under a pile-driver at a building site and waiting for the working day to begin?

Hurling yourself into the acid tank at an industrial galvanising plant?

Setting up a W. Heath Robinson contraption of string, rolling balls, clockwork robots et cetera that culminates with a trigger being pulled?

(For other options, allow me to recommend the inimitable Bunny Suicides, which you'd better buy in a hurry before they get banned because they're encouraging people to get themselves stung to death by bees or crushed by collapsing masonry.)

Yes, the description of this bizarre suicide told you enough that you could do exactly the same thing yourself. But doing something just a bit similar could leave you just as dead - you've got your chainsaw, you've got your neck, figure it out - and I can think of no way in which the event could have been accurately reported that would not have provided details of the particular way Mr Phyall did it - unless you leave it so vague that a large proportion of readers will want to know what the heck you're on about.

Giving yourself a fatal injury with a chainsaw isn't terribly hard, but actually cutting your head right off (in this case actually only almost right off) is. No half-sober editor would approve a story that didn't give at least an outline of what actually happened in a strange case like this, since the fact that Phyall managed to pretty much sever his whole head is why the death's being given more than 20 words in the first place.

Apparently this story - or very similar versions of the same thing, published in other places - was the subject of several complaints to the UK Press Complaints Commission, which is the usual sort of toothless media watchdog, but never mind that now. The PCC upheld some of the complaints as contravening section 5ii of their Code of Practice ("When reporting suicide, care should be taken to avoid excessive detail about the method used."). But they didn't uphold the same complaint about all of the stories.

It would appear that the line was drawn between stories that mentioned Phyall taping the electric saw's trigger down and allowing gravity to pull the blade through his neck, and stories - like the one on this page - which did not.

It does not seem likely to me that someone attracted to the idea of a chainsaw suicide would be greatly impeded by not having those particular pieces of information. But perhaps that's why I've not been asked to adjudicate these sorts of disputes.

I think Ben is drawing the line in the same place as the PCC, because the tape and the positioning of the saw are really all you can subtract from the story while still leaving it in a comprehensible state. OK, you could also not mention the timer-switch, but that wasn't really integral to the act.

All of the versions of the David Phyall story are grotesque to a greater or lesser degree, but that's unimportant, for those of us who are able to learn about a terrible thing without suffering a grave injury to our innocence.

What's more important - immensely important, actually, even if it's routinely ignored by everybody who matters - is that these stories are clearly not in the public interest. Which, famously, is not at all the same thing as "what the public is interested in".

But that's not what Ben's complaining about. He called the Telegraph story "one of the most appalling and foul pieces of reporting I have ever seen", apparently because it included details which could have been figured out by a child charged with solving a (suitably Fisher-Price-ised) similar problem.

Bad Science has, in the past, complained about "journalism" which, if you ask me, really does constitute criminal negligence, at the least.

The bullshit MMR scare, for instance, and its bone-headed determination to make measles, mumps and rubella as deadly as they always used to be. Or, recently, an utterly backward story about prostate cancer screening, which is just another in Bad Science's very long list of miserably incorrect, and actively dangerous, failures of mainstream science journalism in general and medical-science journalism in particular. Or the stupid "balanced reporting" in which no statement is so ridiculous that it cannot be printed after "But critics allege...".

These stories don't encourage people to die in impressive, blood-all-over-the-train-platform ways. But they certainly do encourage people to use worthless "preventative" "nutritional" approaches, or dangerous treatments, or no treatment at all, for dangerous yet conventionally-treatable illnesses. Even if they only take a few weeks, on average, off the life of all of their readers (I include in this time spent doing unpleasant things that you think are therapeutic, but aren't), that adds up to a lot of whole lives down the drain.

And, heck, Ben's even tackled BS stories about suicide.

The funny thing is that all of the dreadful medical-science stories really do encourage people to do what the people in the story did, and they do so more strongly than stories about non-"bizarre" suicides. (I base this evaluation on the assumption that most people will find a "do this and you'll be healthy" story more persuasive than a "do this and you'll be dead" one.)

So I can only presume that Ben's "appalling and foul" archive includes all of the above, and ranks them higher than the story about the chainsaw suicide.

I contend that reports of bizarre suicides, as opposed to the usual solitary, miserable type that excites the prurient interest not at all, do not, in fact, have a significant effect on the overall suicide rate.

I'm also pretty sure they do not encourage people to start trying the same bizarre suicide technique. I base this on the fact that the same places that reported one bizarre suicide would be pretty likely to report copy-cats with larger and larger headlines - but I haven't noticed a sudden plague of reports about autodecapitations after the Telegraph report on the unfortunate Mr Phyall.

There actually were a couple of chainsaw-suicide reports earlier in 2008. This bloke killed himself in March - perhaps a proper big professional chainsaw makes it easier to lop your head off - but that brief report is one of those dodgy ones that sounds as if it was boiled down from a piece in some other, non-English-language newspaper, and in any case says the man had been suicidal for some time, and had just watched one or the other version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. So I doubt he was following any real person's lead.

The Daily Fail Mail said this bloke sawed himself at almost the same time - so it's conceivable that he actually did see the previous report.

But I don't think it's likely.

It is uncontroversial that men prefer splashy, kinetic suicide techniques, which tend by their very nature to be more effective than the more passive techniques - wrist-slashing, pills - preferred by women. Lots of men have killed themselves with one or another kind of power tool (not always on purpose, of course).

And chainsaws are an iconic Dangerous Object. Nobody who doesn't work with them every day can avoid thinking about the sheer destructive power a chainsaw represents, in the real world and in the popular imagination, whenever they pick one up.

I mean, do a Google Images search for "chainsaw" (SafeSearch off...), and as of this writing eight of the 20 images on the first search-result page feature a saw wielded as a weapon, splattered with blood and/or converted into a purpose-built man-slicer.

Reporting of prosaic suicides seems entirely different to me. But it's still confusing.

Informing your audience that an inexpensive unvented charcoal heater in your sealed bedroom is an effective way for people who do not own a car to gas themselves is, I suppose, dangerous and irresponsible.

But what about reporting that people using combustion heaters should be very sure that the room is adequately ventilated, and mentioning that X many people were found dead last winter? That's a perfect example of public-interest reporting, right? Government agencies have pamphlets about it.

Ignoring that little confounder for now, a charcoal-heater carbon-monoxide suicide story does have all of the ingredients to encourage copy-cats. It's easy, it's cheap, and it's passive. As with the classic overdose, you just do something simple, then go to sleep, and you don't wake up. Even if you don't really and truly want to die all that much, passive techniques like this feel like offloading the responsibility onto the universe. It ain't like overcoming the strong instinctive desire to not jump off a tall building.

A person so miserable that they can hardly get out of bed can still take an overdose, or light a heater.

David Phyall, in contrast, set up a simple but ingenious timer contraption to kill himself. I don't know what was going on in his head, but if it was hard-core black-dog clinical depression, he must have been some sort of superman to be able to rig up that saw contraption.

(Just to put another twist in the story, Phyall also apparently did it as an act of protest. Not a very rational act of protest, I grant you - the various reports say he just didn't want to move out of his flat, in a building which was going to be demolished - but a protest nonetheless. Nobody's very likely to kill themselves out of solidarity with Phyall, but if a paper prints a story about a spectacular suicide to protest some real socio-political issue, and more people then kill themselves in the same way to protest the same thing, I don't think it's entirely reasonable to ascribe this entirely to the media coverage.)

If Ben's argument were that the media should abandon their love for cheap sensationalism and report on things that actually matter to people beyond the family and friends of the latest person to die strangely (among the dozens, if not hundreds, who died the same day from non-newsworthy but preventable causes), then I would agree with it. I'd still think that any report that actually told the audience about a real, if prurient, thing that happened would be preferable to the ones that're just trumpeting nonsense from some press release, but that's like enjoying eating grass more than you enjoy eating sand. You'd still prefer food.

The mainstream media really are in a terrible state. It's simply impossible for the remaining staff at the world's newspapers and TV stations to do proper journalism, most of the time. Some of them are plainly incompetent and/or lazy, but lots have their act together and work as hard as anybody ought to have to. There's just too much space to fill, and too little time to fill it. So journalists are reduced to dubbing their own voice over PR-firm Video News Releases, printing press releases as news, and stuffing every stupid gory headline-grabber they can find into their papers, while wars and famines trundle along in the background, out of sight.

This is hardly a new phenomenon, of course, but everybody's doing "tabloid journalism" now, to a greater or lesser extent.

Against this backdrop, I think an accurate account of one poor fellow's unusual demise does not qualify as significantly more "appalling and foul" than any 20 other articles in any modern newspaper you care to name.

At the beginning of Ben's post, he has a preface, not present in the newspaper-published version of the article, which apologetically says that it it his "first unambiguous abuse of my position as a 'columnist'". He says that he's so upset about this because of hideous and unnecessary prurient media interest in the death of someone - not the chainsaw guy - that he knew. He then opines that the media's irresponsible reporting on coroners' inquests means that they should no longer be allowed to do so - that, in other words, the court should be closed and secret.

This is exactly wrong, and Ben well knows it. He has previously made it perfectly clear that he knows that the solution to bad reporting is not no reporting, but more reporting. Ben regularly makes fun of people who insist that they've got data to support their strange assertions, but it's a secret; making secret everything that happens in a court is far worse than that.

The Curse of the Regular Columnist is that you have to come up with something by deadline (or somewhere in the deadline's rough vicinity). This means you may find yourself letting unfinished thoughts out the door, or digging up something that's been in the "not good enough" folder for months. Ben's says he's been stewing over the chainsaw-suicide story for a while; I hope it only made it to print because he'd been staring at that deadly blank word-processor screen for a while, and really couldn't think of anything else to write.

So I think Ben's right: This is an "unambiguous abuse" of his position, and he has unfairly slurred the author of the "appalling and foul" article, with its appalling mention of sticky tape and its foul inclusion of information about the little-known force of gravity.

I can't think of another thing Ben's written with which I do not wholeheartedly agree, but this time he's screwed up.

Next column would be a good time for the apology, I think.

Goody goody GIF GIF

There are several things I should be writing now.

Instead, I made this.

Graeme Garden the film director

This is Graeme Garden (recently the voice of the demonic Mr Bibby in Bromwell High) being a film director, in "The Making of The Goodies' Disaster Movie", published in 1977. For Christmas, my sister got me my very own copy.

When I was a kid, a significant amount of my interest in (my uncle's copy of) this large but slim volume stemmed from the fact that it has some boobies in it. But it actually still stands up perfectly well today. The more dated a joke in it is, the more historically interesting it's likely to be. (Take, for instance, the running gag about Keith Moon's boundless destructive power; Moon died the year after the book came out. There's also a lot of jokes about surgical supports; improved hernia treatment techniques mean almost nobody has to wear a truss any more.)

Back in the Seventies, The Goodies was overshadowed by Monty Python's Flying Circus almost everywhere (various Pythons and Goodies have collaborated in other projects), but here in Australia the show developed a huge following. This was because although The Goodies is immensely silly, it is also actually a show for grown-ups. But the Australian Broadcasting Corporation put it to air, almost completely uncensored, in an after-school time slot. There were endless re-runs of the show on the ABC in the Eighties, surprising and delighting the young audience, who got to see risqué jokes and lots of violence. (For much the same reason, the Monkey TV series is also tremendously popular among Australians approaching middle age.)

You can now get some Goodies on DVD, too. They're not necessarily going to be exactly your cup of tea if you weren't raised on them (see also: Vegemite), but there are a few episodes that really are just brilliant. Like, for instance, "It Might As Well Be String":

(There's more info about the surprisingly large number of Goodies books here.)

If you tune a whole PIANO with 'em...

Remember those "haunted" dolls and other things on eBay?

I just randomly found another whole depressing category of metaphysical eBay BS:

Magic tuning forks.

And yes, a Completed Items search confirms that the dealers do quite often actually sell their "Professional 11 Planetary Tuning Forks for Prosperity", "Tuning Fork set Chiropractic Physical Therapy CHAKRA", "Heal-HUMAN Intestine-INTESTINAL ORGAN TUNER Tuning Fork" and so on. And, also as usual, it's not just one nutty seller - though there is only one who's responsible for most of the current listings.

Apparently many of these forks are meant to have something to do with the "sacred Solfeggio scale", which I am delighted to say my entertaining friends at Life Technology have a page about. "These previously secret sound frequencies are thought to be the tones of creation and destruction"!

(I don't know whether their Solfeggio CD works better than a set of tuning forks. You'd better get both, to be sure.)

Various other independent thinkers will also be pleased to tell you all about the Sacred Solfeggio Scale. Apparently, you're going to have a hard time "activating" all of those extra strands of DNA without the help of the Sacred Solfeggio!

Solfeggio, or Solfège, is actually just a name for perfectly ordinary do-re-mi scales. The frequencies of the six notes in the Sacred scale (I think six is all you get) don't seem to have any particular mathematical relationship, so the "Sacred" scale doesn't really seem to qualify as an actual temperament or scale. But, y'know, if it doesn't seem to make any sense, that's just more evidence for how transcendental it must be. So I suppose the Super Secret Sacred Solfeggio Scale is every bit as special as everything else that's supposedly sacred.

Tuning forks do actually actually do something without the assistance of the human imagination, which is more than can be said for magical crystals and haunted costume jewellery. But I still can't escape the feeling that I should start selling large ball bearings as haunted scrying globes, or something. There are idiots out there who're determined to spend their money on some sort of crap, after all - as I've said before, I, or almost anybody for that matter, is likely to be more deserving of that money than the people who usually get it.

Next project: Electron microscope

Lego 3D scanner

This is a contact-type 3D scanner. Philippe "Philo" Hurbain (co-author of "Extreme NXT", a book about advanced Lego robotics) made it to help him import odd-shaped Lego parts into the LDraw Lego-CAD program.

As you may have noticed, the scanner is itself made out of Lego. I think the only non-Lego parts in it are the actual needle that prods the thing being scanned, and one extra-flexible cable going to a standard NXT light sensor.

All the rest - drive components, sensors, you name it - is 100% Lego. The brain is Mindstorms NXT. Hurbain has made various add-on sensors for Lego robots, but I don't think he's used any of them in this.

Apparently, the new linear-actuator parts are accurate enough for this job, when you drive them with one of the NXT motors, which have built-in position encoders.

More info on Philo's site.

I'm also an expert on artificial flowers, oneiromancy and marmosets

From this morning's mail:

To: "dan@dansdata.com"
Subject: Your Gambling Site
Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 12:27:36 -0700
From: Mark Jubenville <mark.jubenville@neverfold.net>

Hello,
Recently I visited your website http://www.dansdata.com; while visiting your site I noticed that you link to http://www.quatloos.com at this address: http://www.dansdata.com/danletters036.htm. As we are closely related to them, I would love to exchange links with your website, currently there are about 5,000 - 7,000 people per day that goto my site and search for information, Therefore I would to link to an excellent site like yours.

I have taken the liberty of adding your site to my home page: http://www.neverfold.net?pg=Mz9ah. To determine if it is of any benefit to you, if you have a stats program you can check it and let me know. By looking at my stats, it looks like today I have sent you 37 visitors but it may change by the time you receive this email.

Some website owners do not like when other sites link to them so I thought I might ask first. I think the information on your website could be useful to my visitors; and maybe you could receive some extra relevant traffic if you want. Please get back to me when you have a chance to let me know if its ok to link to your website like this.

Have a good week,
Mark Jubenville
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website: http://www.neverfold.net
Ref: Mz9ah

This email was sent to dan@dansdata.com, by mark.jubenville@neverfold.net
| 234, 5149 Country Hills Blvd N.W Suite # 306 | Calgary | Alberta | Canada

At first glance, this just looks like yet another schmuck who's letting Acme AutoLinkSpam 2000 send e-mails for him, without bothering to actually look at what it's saying on his behalf. Had Mr Jubenville (that is, just possibly, not his real name...) done so, he would have been able to see that my site, and Quatloos for that matter, have nothing whatsoever to do with his site, neverfold.net, which seems to be a discussion forum for poker players.

The hypothesis that he's a bit new to this game is supported by the fact that there is indeed currently a link to dansdata.com on the neverfold.net home page; it's above three links to sites that actually have something to do with poker. So this certainly doesn't look like the usual link spammer, with a huge site whose countless pages contain nothing but endless unrelated links and Google ads.

But perhaps Mr Jubenville wants us to read between the lines, here. A link-spam that's this random can't just happen by accident!

I mean, lots of link spammers have found the word "chicken" on my site and thus decided that my whole site must be relevant to the page on their link-farm about aeronautical bird-strike. The word "poker" appears on two of dansdata.com's more-than-a-thousand pages, as I write this, so there's nothing out of the ordinary there.

But the page that Mr Jubenville says piqued his interest was one of my numerous letters columns - it's the last letter on that page. That letter is about some nut who was selling purple aluminium that was supposed to have magical properties, which made him sound a bit like the Empower Modulator people. I linked to Quatloos because the guy selling the magic aluminium was connected to some other people with an interest in the proposed US "National Economic Stabilization and Recovery Act", which has been kicking around for rather a while now, and is a favourite of some scam artists. And Quatloos have a page about it.

(We haven't heard a lot from the NESARA scammers for a few years, but I bet they've gotten a considerable boost from the global financial crisis. The scam involves a "new Treasury Bank system, DEBT FORGIVENESS for all U.S. citizens, and abolishment of the IRS", which almost sounds plausible these days. I highly recommend Quatloos overall, by the way, especially if someone is trying to talk you into a sure-fire can't-lose money-making scheme having to do with legal loopholes which, to pick one common version, mean that nobody actually has to pay income tax.)

Clearly, nobody could really be stupid enough to think I have a "gambling site", and also think that Quatloos' page about the NESARA scammers is "closely related" to their site about poker.

Clearly, what Mr Jubenville is actually trying to tell me is that behind the apparently-valid message board, his site is actually some sort of great big scam!

Now, let's read every 13th letter of every post on those poker forums...

Another voter heard from

From: ron <starrwulf@yahoo.com>
To: dan@dansdata.com
Subject: website
Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 08:44:53 -0700 (PDT)

[Quoted from my first magnet review:]
The earth's natural magnetic field is about 0.5G, depending on where you are - it's weaker at the equator and stronger at the poles. It's also slowly declining at the moment, which is something that it does periodically; geological evidence shows that it's actually reversed several times over the planet's life. The mental giants at the Institute for Creation Research use the decline of the field strength to prove that the planet's only a few thousand years old.
In case you're wondering, this, like various other of their proofs, doesn't stand up too well.

;;;perhaps if you had listened to the explaination instead of hiding behind your evolution, the science of it would have made sense to you. Dr. Carl Baugh or Ken Hovind [Links mine! All spelling Ron's!] do a good job of explaining the science of it and other things the so called 'mental giants' of evolution ignore or deny out of hand. sorry to see your science falls short of what true science is suppose to be.

otherwise, your site is informative for the little i have read of it... between your evolution and earth magnetics belief, i am surprised you dont believe in perpetual motion, too.

I think there's something in that for all of us, don't you?

(Just in case some other green-ink-and-underlining correspondent is all het up about me linking to searches of infidels.org and talkorigins.org in the above quote, here's what the homosexual Satanists of Wikipedia have to say about Carl and Kent. {Apparently his friends call him Ken. Who knew?})

Truth is out of style

Robert X. Cringely would like us all to know that what the business world needs is more bullshit.

Apparently he's very impressed with some Indian entrepeneur - I think he's called Sumantra Roy - who is making tons of money, thusly:

1: Figure out that there seems to be a market, "older women stuck with (or thinking about getting) naughty parrots", to whom could be sold an expensive e-book of information about these creatures.

2: Realise that you don't know a thing about parrots.

3: Buy some books about parrots.

4: Realise that you don't know a thing about writing, either.

5: Hire some guy to read the parrot books and make you an all-new parrot e-book of your own, which you can sell to the abovementioned middle-aged ladies.

6: Make one of those God-awful mile-long CLICK HERE YOU IDIOT marketing Web pages [which, thanks to a commenter below, I now know is called a "squeeze page"], full of BIG TEXT and dodgy testimonials. Including one testimonial that goes on and on, from the supposed source of the info in the e-book. This supposed source is called "Nathalie Roberts", and she has a friend called "Wayne" who had a parrot called "Polygon". Nathalie has twelve years of "school of hard knocks" knowledge about parrot care and training!

Behold: ParrotSecrets.com!

7: Profit!

7b (optional, and inadvisable): Cheerfully admit to Cringely that Nathalie Roberts does not exist, and all that "experience" was just slapped together from four parrot books by some work-for-hire guy who sure as hell ain't gettin' a cut of your (alleged) hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

8: Get presented by Cringely as the kind of go-getting entrepeneur that the world needs more of. I mean, if anybody refused to do this sort of thing because of "ethics" or "morals" or any shit like that, they must be standing on, to quote Rob, an "egalitarian soap box".

The fake Nathalie Roberts is, Cringely says, "like Betty Crocker". You all remember when Betty was presented as a real human being who personally baked all of General Mills' products, right? Yeah, me too!

And anyway, Cringely reckons that all this stuff must be A-OK, because "I have yet to find people bitching and moaning on the Internet about being cheated by Parrotsecrets".

The Internet, Cringely kindly explains, provides us all with a "remarkable self-policing system of commerce". I presume that this explains why things like, I don't know, the standard ads you see next to a Google search, are so wonderfully scam-free.

So there y'go, guys! A product being sold to middle-aged women doesn't have a tide of complaints about it on the Web - so it must be kosher! Every Internet discussion board, as we all know, is just packed with women called Mildred who were born in 1952 - so obviously there cannot possibly be a problem with this product!

The absence of complaints could not possibly have anything whatsoever to do with the rather small intersection of the two sets,

A: Everybody, young or old, who has enough familiarity with the Web to be able to find a place to complain about a dud product where casual Googling will find the complaint, and

B: People who do not automatically categorise any single Web page with many different sizes and colours of text, that you have to page-down 28 times to get to the end of, and which is trying to sell you something, as a scam.

But all of this is a little academic, because right after Cringely said that, a commenter found this site. It's what you might call a... portal page... leading to rather a lot of complaints about Sumantra Roy and his numerous ventures.

Apparently Roy's got a bunch of other similar animal-related sites (which makes his total alleged income a bit more plausible), on which he's followed the same formula of making up someone who supposedly wrote a book and so on and so forth. And he's got a finger in the "Search-Engine Optimisation" pie as well, and... oh, it's all too horrible.

About the best argument anybody in the Cringely post's comments can come up with in favour of this "entrepeneur" is "OK, it's bullshit, but all marketing is bullshit, man!"

Well, OK, yeah. Coke won't really make you young and popular, Bernie Madoff never really made any trades, and those AAA-rated structured investments were all actually worthless. And whenever a financial crisis comes along, there are indeed always spivs who stand ready to find people in trouble and take away even that which they hath.

And apparently, because that's normal, it's also OK!

So get with the program, you unemployed layabouts! Get yourself on the winning team! There can never be enough middle-men, and truth is out of style!

The quarter-size violins of the electronic-instrument world

Everybody who found the SX-150 demo from that post to be agonising listening: The first of these videos is safe for you. The second is not.

This track's held together by the DS-10, of course, which is a proper little music production environment. Both the Stylophone and the SX-150 are sweetened up by a lot of reverb, as well.

But just the same - this is actual music, using the actual particular capabilities of these funny little synths. The SX-150 has My First Analogue Synth tweakability, and the Stylophone lets you do effortless "keyboard" glissandos, including only the "white notes" or - with some more dexterity - the whole chromatic scale.

Play these instruments "dry", though, and you get something more like this:

Still an actual tune, but not exactly easy listening.