“As far as I can see, science fiction has lost that sense of the new, because its vision has materialized around us. We take it for granted. The future envisaged by science fiction is now our past, and the result is it’s probably come to a natural end. That doesn’t mean that one can’t continue writing it: one just has to move into a different terrain.” – JG Ballard
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” – George Bernard Shaw
“BURNT SUGAR is a territory band, a neo-tribal thang, a community hang, a society music guild aspiring to the condition of all that is molten, glacial, racial, spacial, oceanic, mythic, antiphonal and telepathic.
All our love to Chaka Khan, Nina Simone, George Clinton and the P-funk All Stars, Lady Day, Miles Davis, Eddy Hazel, A.R. Kane, Sun Ra, Jimi Hendrix, Duke Ellington and Betty Davis for opening the gates of paradise and pushing us through.
Butch Morris’s Conduction System for Orchestral Improvisation is the preferred mode of channeling for this Gotham based ensemble of pan-ethnic sound warriors. Everyone of them is a border crossing trans-national whether they’ll admit it or not.
Spontaneous combustion being an occupational hazard in Gotham, Burnt Sugar is how we keep it real, surreal, arboreal, aquatic, incendiary. If only because we might be mistaken for the world’s second fully improvisational acid-funk band.
To quote Arthur Jafa, we don’t strive to be original, but Aboriginal. Like the songlines and the dreaming, like Tracey Moffatt and The Last Wave, like Cubase and Cabrini Green. One foot in the prehistoric, the other in the post human. In this journey, you’re the journal and we’re the journalists. Houston, Houston, do you read?”