Squarepusher is a guy called Tom Jenkinson. Not surprisingly, he is friends with Aphex Twin, since they share a common musical outlook: working around the fringes of the drum and bass backbone, and adding an individual touch. In Squarepusher’s case, there is a jazz flavour to his work. He commonly performs with a laptop and a bass guitar, and seems to have something of a fascination with Jimi Hendrix.
My Red Hot Car (Girl) (FF 2001 #20) is a surprisingly soothing track which follows the above musical outline while adding vocals that appear to have been processed through a vocoder. It is, apparently, one of his most accessible compositions to date. He says:
I encourage anybody remotely interested in making music to boldly investigate exactly what the rules are to which you, as a modern musician, are subject. Only thus can you have a hope in bending and ultimately rewriting them.
As can be seen, he is given to rather axiomatic statements about his musical philosophy. When asked about the meaning of the lyrics to this song and another single, Do You Know Squarepusher?, Tom replied:
The lyrics to these pieces are simply devices through which to involve a human voice in composition; the lyrics are completely crass on purpose so that attention is not deflected away from sound texture to questions of semantics. One could suggest using do-dee-do-type vocal sounds, but I hate the sound of people singing do-dee-do. It makes me want to throw the record player out of the window. It would be misleading to tell you these lyrics because they have no intentional meaning. It could be argued that the author is not the sole progenitor of meaning in a text and that a recipient is just as privileged in terms of deciding the meaning of a text. To which I would reply that post-structuralism itself only makes any sense if your attention is sufficiently diverted by an atmosphere incorporating more than 547 ppm Gitane smoke. If this was the case when you asked the question, you will now presumably be more concerned by the onset of various respiratory ailments and hence not be reading this increasingly unfunny answer.
So, esoteric genius or pretentious navel contemplater? You may be confounded by his opinions, but it cannot be denied that his music creates a unique mood that needs no tortuous explanation. A real discovery.
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