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on experimentation

“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

“The Sirens of Triton, Pt. 1” by Burnt Sugar

“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?”