What’s the matter with your life? Is there any opportunity for the arts beyond serious music and entertainment? Heart of Noise scrambles good, skilled and decent forms of music, emancipates virtuosi, overlooks the right boxes to tick and genre categorization fiends; it bangs, cracks, thunders, sings, intones, scratches and pulses. One man's noise is another man's pop.
If your music tells a story from your street, it's political, it's pop; if it is a reminder that you can go anywhere because there are no borders, it's political, it's pop; if it liberates your body it's political, it's pop, and if it reminds you of your dreams, with no lies, it's political, it's pop.
We also think about the empty spaces left behind and lay carpets of sound over them. Pop is a reminder of what you have been promised and what's been taken away from you. We give things back, devote ourselves to memory, and follow the blue bird of felicity. Master Issa asks “What is God? A man and a fly in space.” Rest in beats!