Album Notes

Think of a latterday sister sound to traditional Roky Erikson, or Alien Sex Fiend covering ‘Firestarter’.

That is in the wilder moments, but when
it cools down and the generators stop humming, you have a
trip hop Bauhaus at plays with some vocal Rozzisms
undeniably peaking through the dope-stained curtains.

At times it’s a pureed Stereo MCs, at others it’s aborigines
from outer space, all done in a muffled, welcoming dance
stance. Sometimes it gets irate, and goes for Squarepusherstyle
bleepisms, but these are no copies, just his beautifully
hypnotic templates of what is, to a large extent, the common
currency worldwide, which makes it all but instantly accessible,
if not necessarily that demanding.

P. Emerson Williams once said, “I’ll not be satisfied completely
until I manage to tear time and space into ribbons and unhinge
the minds of humans” but then Pop Idol came along and noone
gives a fuck anymore.

That’s what living in Florida does for you. Softens you up.
Makes you relaxed. Creates an album that is – gasp wildly –
inoffensive!!!

And don’t forget, that the man is also a talented artist so when
you investigate the website there’s plenty to impress.