Bumped into Carrageenan at a Greylight Projects opening, and after a conviluted attempt to explain heuristic network algorithms in French, the invitation was extended to traverse L'étranger's studio threshold. Rather than play live Carrageenan chose to ruminate on a chance event, namely stumbling across a bunch of "twee" vinyl records abandoned on a Brussels street corner. Expect fuzz, pop, vinyl crackles and tambourines ahoy!
Bio: "Carrageenan is a Parisian living in Brussels. He sets up a trestle table in the centre of his living room, loads it up with Casios and pedals, drinks (we imagine) a bucketload of pastis and then blasts this stuff out at neighbour-waking levels. Each of the five short tracks here is a splurge of electronic tonal and atonal dribble. It sputters and froths, a Satanic soothing, sitting at the pit of your stomach like battered gnocchi. Beautiful in the non-shallow way." - Golden Lab Records