|Blue Light Fever|
|Blue Light Fever Debut Album|
Blue Light Fever (aka Matt Preston) releases his eponymous album this week on S:alt Records. Best described as dirty electro funk for the 21st century, the soundtrack spans Psychic TV, Coil, Sonic Youth and Butthole Surfers.
Collaborations on the album include Adam McConnachie (a shady Mancunian with a sideline in sensitive poetry), Little Annie (On-U Sound, Current 93, Coil, The Wolfgang Press) and G-Sharp (Diceman). The singles Shutdown and DJ have already set the standards - this album is about to eclipse them. The Blue Light Fever live show will be hitting the road in the coming months, in the meantime, here's what the press have had to say about the album:
elaborate and frequently beautiful electronic music
if you live for the next Warp release dont miss this
something of a treasure. Highly recommended
like the Utah Saints writing for Norman Cook at his height (Playlouder)
astonishingly original, brilliant and completely uncategorisable
a floor tearer (M8)
whirrs manically around any room that is happening enough to have it on (The Fly)
if Leftfield had made this it would be heralded as a blistering return (Teletext)
Blue Light Fevers prodigious talent as a classical musician led to an invitation to The Royal College of Music to study cello and piano. At the same time he made his first foray into the world of recording, singing on the St Georges' Church Choir vinyl classic Cantate Domino. Another forte was full time social miscreancy, in hindsight the first glimmer of a malevolent artistic flair. Pinballed from one South London school to another, Matt was ripe for rock's revolution at the tender age of twelve. Glue sniffing, and punk duelled with LSD, fuelled choral meltdown. A collision course of diametric opposites was set - the Blue Light Fever die was cast.
Matt followed the example set by artists such as Future Sound of London and 808 State, embarking upon a sound recording course in Manchesters ugly sister, Salford. He served his time; an extensive tour of duty through the citys finest ghettoes followed, and the grimy streets died the music darker still.
If youve lived nine of your lives wasted,welcome to the soundtrack to your tenth.