The slime mould became your collaborator. What does it mean to hand over part of your creative control to a non-human force? Trust? Refusal? How is this different from letting AI dictate your next move?
Fascination. Discovery! Trust in other life forms, absolutely. I guess it’s related again to this biological intelligence, which we also are. I just really feel that human beings need to behold other creatures with the same wonder and curiosity that we do ourselves and our machines. Other life forms can teach us so, so much, if we can just watch and listen to them. We have grown so disconnected from the other creatures who have always been our teachers and companions. I’m also very open to collaborating with AI models.
Hymnal feels like a vessel for inherited sorrow: a sonic lineage stitched with the struggles of marginalised voices, from immigrant folk to gospel to warehouse techno. How do you hold the weight of these histories without drowning, while stitching your own thread into this sonic tapestry? Can music carve out justice in its frequency?
So these musical histories are sorrowful, for sure, but they are also fundamentally about liberating and empowering people. Detroit was about power and liberation and eros. Gospel is about communion and glory and the transmuting of sorrow into collective celebration. Folk music represents the legacy of a people. These are the musical forms that have always spoken to me as a producer and composer and songwriter, and I know that there is a lot of power and love there for me as much as there is also pain. And that pain and sorrow can be transformed. Music has saved my life so many times. I simply want to create musical objects that can be that support and electrical encouragement and energy for others. I feel like this is really what music is for, this is my musical story.
Is there a particular sonic moment in the album that still surprises you? A detail you didn’t plan, but that insists on being part of the story?
I am a really meticulous editor, I really edited the hell out of this music at almost every phase, from early demo production, to finishing the tracks, mixing, and even during the final mastering. So to be totally honest, not much about the music is a surprise to me anymore, it’s been through my brain, ears, and hands countless times. But I still really enjoy so many moments that I designed to be surprising. The jump from Oracle into Babel will always get me! With the Sonar Quartett, we improvised for hours on vocal sketches of mine, and many of their improvisations made their way onto the final record. This is stuff that they “wrote” in the moment with their incredible sense of care and musicality that is imprinted in my music, I still find that deeply special and surprising when I hear those more improvised passages, they always bring a smile to my face.
In the face of ecological and existential collapse, what rites must we invent to survive or to remember we’re still alive?
I think art and prayer are really good starting places. Rest. Creating quiet moments to speak with and be with each other. Cooking. Crying. Being outdoors among the miracles of this earth. And so many other things, so many different rites and solutions and strategies for each person and community. We are so diverse and so intelligent and so capable.
In a culture where music is flattened into algorithmic content, how do you protect the sacredness of your sound?
In the current media landscape, it’s a bit impossible to keep something totally sacred, but I’m not necessarily interested in that. My kind of devotional practice is folkloric in the sense that I want it to be accessible to me and to flow with the world and with my life, not struggling against it. There’s a certain humility in letting things be what they need to be in this time and place, while still stewarding and protecting the vision as best you can.