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As an elaboration of something I posted in the music forum yesterday, I've written the following description of a band I'd like to form. I'm gonna post it in various places and encourage anyone who digs the concept to get in touch RE making it a reality, or if geographical distance proves too much, maybe trying to get a variation of it off the ground themselves. Comments, criticism or general discussion of the idea of 'conceptual' musical projects also welcomed of course:
We'll be called My Kind of Debris, and we'll take the idea that energy and intent is far more important than musical proficiency to unholy extremes by playing completely improvisational arty-noise-fuck with a total disregard for any kind of musical order or form, and just shredding wildly on every instrument available to us and yelling utterly meaningless dadaist beat poetry and leaping around and breaking shit.. like 70s No-Wave but without the self-consciousness or doomy nihilism, or like the Hunches and the Martini Henry Rifles but without the pretext of being a traditional rock band.
No limitations are to be placed upon choice of instrument / noisemaking device (although I particularly approve of guitars, cellos, flutes, modified toy keyboards, rayguns, unusual drum set-ups, vocal chords and big fuck-off distortion pedals – hopefully in combination) and a complete lack of musical ‘skill’ / experience is to be positively encouraged. And a kind of deliberate revolving door membership policy would be quite cool too.
Our mission statement: “To defy the bull and, possibly, die a glorious death”.
Other useful ideological reference points: early Sonic Youth, William S. Burroughs, Patti Smith, Suicide, Prolapse, William Blake, Oneida, Ginsberg, Anticon, Melt-Banana and so on… |
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