Recently, and partially because of my (still) impending release I’ve given a few different interviews in various publications, as well as having received a few reviews.
Firstly I did an interview and performance for Exclaim! TV. Here’s a link to the page on the Exclaim! website! Below is the video, embedded.
I also did an interview with the wonderful new blog site, Studiofeed.com who is committed to presenting a deliciously diverse image of electronic music. Here’s the link to my page at the site. And again, below is an embedded Vimeo video. Interspersed are fragments of pieces from “Rife”
Andrew Zukerman who writes for Toronto-based newsprint zine, Offerings wrote a delightfully surreal and effusive review of “Rife”. It should be noted that you should be certain to follow the link to his blog and investigate his work under the name Fleshtone Aura, not to mention his more famed project with Jacob Horwood Gastric Female Reflex. Zukerman’s thing is A rich and engrossing take on old-school concrète vibes, but introduces hilariously playful elements which reveal his grounding in the noise community. Here’s his review. Again, much gratitude!
Look for Offerings around Toronto in various venues, coffee shops and record stores.
Nick Storring’s latest release on UK vanity label Entr’acte collects recordings from 2005-2011. Recordings that to me sound like gusts of brackish gale opening and closing haunted house doors hanging on their limpid hinges – no knobs. With each surge the door creaks into life, rusty metal croaking on metal in hasty flux… A chorus of specter groans like those heard in the holographic mind of a future Ghoul School graduate. But with each opening comes a theme unlike the one before it. The room that contains it fills with light, Royal Pine Car Fresheners, gurgling mayonnaise (replete with breathing bubbles), power tools, other people’s memories diffused with the soupy starlight of bygone eras coming through the void… Any and all these things, or none of the above. Stepping into the room your senses become confused, like you were tumbling down the incline from dreamland into wakefulness. Events take on new meanings or else become something seemingly unrelated without losing the basic character of what they were before. Ethereal wind chimes dented with the neglect of time peel back and splinter apart like bamboo that is soaked in the salty tears of a room-sized calculator overheating in the Mojave Desert on the shoot of a Hollywood movie about greasy young dilettantes finding themselves through fits of exhaustion and sunstroke. Their raspy whining – cactus spines on mummy paper, magnified – each gesture earthquake proportions in the restless, chafing lunacy of a mind ravaged by endless, unchanging space.
Storring is on the righteous path. His statement is complete and to my ears falls somewhere between Pierre Henry’s Variations for a Door and a Sigh and some the stifled digital flourishes I’ve heard Christian Fennesz muster with his sinewy chops. I don’t mind calling this a contemporary classic, not at all.
Lastly but not leastly, Toronto zine Spontaneous Combustion chose to feature me by way of a rather playful Q&A in their latest issue. You can download the PDF version here or find yourself a print copy lotsa places in Toronto.