So this is my voice. In my head, I'm making classic house music - 4/4 and pure, music for the dancefloor, that utopian groove - but it keeps coming out wrong, corrupted by my love of synthpop and italo and hi-nrg, new beat and EBM, nineties trance, eurodance, and a million other bargain basement genres.
The process, the original direction, emerged from the ideology of skweee - work quickly, let the funk do its thing, embrace mistakes, because that's what it is to be alive. And you can hear that skweee vibe in the melodic synths, often cheap, awkward, threatening to jam into oblivion. But I know and respect the scene's old skool enough to dig how annoyed they'd be to hear a 4/4 sound be called skweee, so instead, let's call it huose, fucked up in typo'd form - not really house, but not quite not.
This is the first in a series of EPs, each exploring a different part of this mixed up terrain. Hope you enjoy it (-:
[Originally released freaking ages ago, but now remastered and rereleased].
| body music
| ideology of dance
| finding a voice
| progress via failure
| making spaces
| collaborate in joy
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footnote to a footnote in an ever fractured scene / only ever part of a bigger machine / I'll never be a star, just an image on a screen / but as long as we can party, I'll be living the dream.