Remember using VHS in the 90s? Remember when you had a tape which had been used to record shows off the telly? Remember how, after a while the start of the tape would gain a build up of 1 second clips of every programme and late night movie that had been there? So, you would press play and be subjected to little snippets of everything from Under Siege 2 to Who Wants To Be A Millionaire to The Royle Family.
TVAM lives in such images. An artist born in an age of media saturation and junk culture passivity. With a guitar and electronics he creates music to reflect the overload we live in.
With self-made videos where images and cut up and kept he presents audio and music as one sickly product.
His first single was ‘No Explanations’ a stinging tirade of guitars, a rockabilly-garage-punk tidal wave. An image forms: The Cramps; neutered and radioactive. Short and nasty.
The B side was ‘Migrate Mind Your Mind’. A stuttering, ruptured riff blurts. Electronics squall. A corrupted 90s rock number thrown into a blender and dumped in a gutter? A savage piece of guitar dance.
Now. ‘Porsche Majeure’. A squelchy, growling low end underpins shredding guitar like scraping the central barrier. Fetishised machinery. Forceful and unpleasant.
‘We Like Fires’. A pulsating synth-wave glide. A nervous neon-drenched through the city’s ripped backsides. A detached voice ponders, desensitised to violence. Pristine yet debased. Ick.
Nasty stuff. Consume.
‘No Explanations’ and ‘Porsche Majeure’ are available digitally.
‘Porsche Majeure’ is available on vinyl here.