In 2002, a year whose digits are an anagram of this one’s, I was living in Wellington (New Zealand’s capital, and my birthplace), looking for a way to follow up the almost-success of The Marion Flow (part 2).
But I was moving further away from conventional 3min song formats into the avant-garde.
This is the second largely solo album I made in 2002.
“Four tracks over 45 minutes allow the artist suitable space for his forum of spoken word and instrumental colour, with the latter lurching from acoustic strums to occasional cacophony. On the final track, ‘Revenge of the Smur‘ Edwards uses a primarily percussive accompaniment whose impact is as dramatic as his wordplay” – Real Groove
Meatwaters Festival, Wellington NZ, 2002
Although the internet existed in early form, this was before social media, so instead of selfies oversharing took a more oblique form, filtered through art. I was an underemployed arts graduate, living in a scody flat doing casual work as a film extra (blink and you’ll miss me in Lord of the Rings) or builder’s labourer, and (trying &) failing to write a novel. Partly due to lack of money, I made my own entertainment.
“Here Wellington, NZ composer DaveEdwards mostly goes it solo with some able assistance from duo or trio theWinter. ..Guitars, violin, cello, and percussion all stack up… He’s got a persona that’s all his own.”– George Parsons, Dream Magazine #5
But now I’ve removed the 2002 solo interludes, and re-presented them as a standalone short album, with a different running order and some light remastering:
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I wrote the words to the title track in a notebook during the wrap party for a short film I’d helped out on – a surrealist description of the evening, based on deliberate mishearing of the conversations. I made the soundscape with electric guitar and a 4-track tape recorder.
The other tracks expanded on this noisy fusion style of postpunk, free improv and spoken-word. Radio stations wouldn’t touch it with a bargepole.
“It’s lo-fi, organic and about as eclectic as one could manage. Kind of reminds me of Nick Cave if he had grown up in Timaru. No pretentious American accents or catch phrase choruses, just a bunch of people making music. A little beauty!” – NZ Musician, August/September 2002
“Rough outsider folk-blues mysteries, dissonant rock textures, electric and acoustic improvisations… Edwards strikes me as one of the most overlooked musicians from the fertile lands of New Zealand and if you need a fresh start this might very well be the place.” – The Broken Face