Sheer violent chaos flying in the face of all reason and musicality: It was fucking beautiful.

Audience chatter, flash photography, Starbucks, and “Everybody Loves Raymond”

“It’s like a checkers sort of mentality, where hopping over the next man is going to get you something better.”

“If we have the ability to hear, it’s like seeing a face without seeing it.”

“There aren’t enough stupid, mouth-breathing women making rock & roll records.”

A schismatic mixture of both serene and more acerbic sounds

“Ty West directing someone to stab me in the neck 15 takes in a row was not the most pleasant acting experience I’ve ever had.”

“After I do a field recording, I will normally leave the tapes for some years. I need some kind of detachment from the sounds I collected.”

“I like not knowing how something’s going to sound until I get into it. I like the mystery.”

Family vibes, Jägermeister, and mystery protests in the rump of England

“It’s almost as if the music is the soundtrack to films that don’t exist.”

My zigzagging enthusiasm became my downfall…

“The average person does not give a shit about what you made music with. They want to dance.”

“We need gushes of blood, we need zombies on motorcycles, 12 Abercrombie models, muscle men with glitter sweat.”

“It was a ridiculous thing to try and pull together in that amount of time, but I think probably if we had more time, we would have had more time to realize it was in vain.”