Today I updated the timeline with records from the early 1990s, specifically with the Dutch hip hoppers Osdorp Posse. In 1992 they released a CD with beats made in Protracker on Amiga. It doesn’t sound like chip music at all, but it’s tracked music with 8-bit samples played by the internal sound chip. (ie, this is media-relevant but not form-relevant) They added a Sound Canvas to their setup in 1995 and switched software to OctaMED.
So currently 1992 is the first year with a record release using chip music technology (not counting the art/science records of the 60s and 70s). But there must be plenty of stuff missing, so if you have any ideas let me know. At the moment I am obsessed by finding 8-bit music in disguise – house, jungle, rave, hiphop, gabber, and other non-bleep-arpeggio-pop-chip-music. Now let’s hear it for Osdorp Posse’s Moordenaar from 1992! Rap not suitable for mutherfuckers under 16 years of age.
UPDATE: read the lyrics below, as translated by the queen of the dutch ebonyx noise glitches, Rosa Menkman!
“next stop: osdorp.” i was in tram 5 and i had a boner, and next to me was a sexy chick. i wanted to go and then there was an old woman. she said you should get up for me, and then i said – “shut up you with your wrinkled pussy, def p is sitting here and he has no money. so give me your money or i will use violence”. then the ticket inspectors came running, telling me “be quiet and give me your ticket”. and i said “dear, did you really think the rapper def p had a ticket?”. then the tram driver came and he closed the door and said with his big pussy “i am sorry but you are out of luck the police is coming.” “listen man, i am from the streets you fucking don’t know who you’re talking to.” i gave him a push and took my shooting gun and did pow pow pow. every body was running but couldn’t get out so then a freak jumped through the window. everybody freaked out and i just kept shooting at the lot. the inspectors, the driver and the old lady were lying on the ground with led in their bodies. the whole tram was soaked in blood, the sexy chick started to feel sick. just as i went to rape her, i heard four screaming tires. that was the motherfucking police with their motherfucking justice. but they were out of luck because i already left. can yu imagine def p in a cell? you think i might be crazy, but i am just a murderer. murderer. murderer. murderer.