LAST COPY!

INTERRACIAL SEX is the Trojan horse of American power electronics. The project has an intense presentation capable of drawing uncritical genre aficionados into a landscape of conceptual and historical depth, combined with a sonic creativity that can win over listeners who turn their noses up at the phrase "power electronics" or shy away from anything lacking a head-scratching artistic distance. Boy is an intensely personal album, 60 minutes of harrowing heavy electronics. The artist's own description of Boy says more than I ever could, so I'll let him have the final say:

"I created this album by destroying videotapes of me growing up. Things like my first birthday and school plays that my family shot on VHS tape. I destroyed the only copies in existence by smashing them, crinkling them up, melting them, stretching them - one I even pried open and buried in a potted plant for a month. The sounds of my destructive act make up the majority of the source material for all the sounds on the album. The idea was to channel a sort of caveman William Basinski technique, and to destroy a part of myself and my life for the reinvention of it as a staged and designed piece of artwork - something I feel I've done many times, because if I didn't leave a part of me behind I'd get the shit kicked out of me. I've had the shit kicked out of me for not being white, for not being black, for not being Asian, not being Arab. And my sexual development was desperate and reliant on me playing to a social part that inevitably hid away part of who I am, treating it as unattractive. Also, the album encapsulates a problem I've always had with memory. My memories of childhood are almost entirely gone at this point. I remember way less than I feel others do. And dementia runs in my genes, which I can attribute to epigenetic inheritance - the trauma and mental strain of slavery, war, poverty, etc. passing down from generation to generation handicapping me. So genetic memory and the existential idea that I'm playing out another act in a tragedy, a weak and mentally disabled version of earlier struggles in inequality. And the idea of feeling myself fall into patterns of dementia very early in life like stimming / self stimulating, memory loss, mood swings and compulsions. And the episodic, fragmented nature of my memories being pieced together mostly from outside sources and thus not being trustworthy at all. All these things are what Boy is about."