In 2001 I lived in a studio flat in Brighton. In the week after 9/11, I hooked up a recording device to my TV and spent hours painstakingly hand-mangling an amen break on my iMac (now deceased). I present this now as a historical document. It shows a young fella attempting to understand the shock, the horror, and the hysteria of the age, by creating a messy sound collage. It’s weird, it’s frightening, and it’s a little bit in-your-face. It’s honest and made, perhaps, with a smite of mischievousness too… Everything is post-9/11 now. We forget how much of an impact that day made on our lives. Well, here’s something still on the cusp, something almost post-9/11. I mean it had happened, but it still felt like it was all a dream.
There’s a nasty (what ever that means) mix too.