How a mash-up between prairie roots rock and glitchy studio trickery came to be funded by multiple levels of the Canadian government and then end up in my hands I’ll never know, but this is one weird fucking phenomenon. It’s like my radio is caught between two stations, one with Shuyler plucking and strumming and singing like a good old boy and another with blips, burbles and crashes from the far reaches of history. In a weird way it works. I don’t know if the electronics improve things but they certainly pique my interest and keep me listening to something so common I stopped listening to it ten years ago. What’s shocking is how separate the two elements remain. There wouldn’t be much difference if the musique concrete was taken away; I just wouldn’t have listened to it as much. (Terence Dick)
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