Out of Quebec

When things are stripped down to the bare minimum you always end up with a purity of thought. I am envious of the ability to make something that is minimal, sound as big as the world. Old school (German?) electronic music sounded like this, there was a limited amount of equipment available to use so their resources dictated the sound of the final product; these days we all have an unlimited supply of samples and virtual synths, we can be as big and as fat as we want – the trick is to be selective. There is an old blues guitar saying, ‘it is not what you play, it is the spaces you leave that make a good song’. Out of Quebec make the spaces sound massive and give me butterflies in my stomach.

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.