Album available on
bandcamp.
“A black slurry of rich, harsh noise, industrial beats, and grainy samples. Like much of Hedva’s work, the album is a celebration of darkness, an evocation of the swampy zone where the sacred and profane meet.” —
ArtReview
“Hedva sends a transmission direct from Planet Fuck and picks up every cosmic ghost along the way.” —Henry Hoke, author of
Genevieves and
The Book of Endless Sleepovers
This is music for those who feel best in caves. Or in a galaxy of bits and pieces. Who unbreak by way of broken things. A living room full of mourners. A muggy bedroom full of half-read books with half-watched YouTube philosophy videos playing in the background. The Voyager Golden Records were failed invocations of what. A field trip to a scrapheap. A fever dream from when you were a kid that you’d do well to remember.
I took a decade-long hiatus from playing and listening to music, and when that was over, I made this. It’s a constellation of samples, ranging from quotes from Simone Weil to field recordings of a nine-year-old explaining the universe, the moon landing, and James Joyce. The samples orbit my own voice and the broken piano in my aunt’s living room, or, I orbit them.
Made by Johanna Hedva at Casa de la Rosa Bruja, Los Angeles
Mixed by Peter Hernandez
Cover art by Mark Allen
Music video conceived and directed by
Matthew Miller