Throughout the album, different subjects are tackled such as the spirit of competition, industrialization, the destruction of our ecosystems etc...

We knew we wanted to create a mythological world for both ourselves and our audience to play in while listening...
Music From Saharan Cellphones features various tracks recorded on Saharan Africa collected on cell phone sim cards...
I hate narratives, messages, and themes, so this album is completely hollow. There is absolutely nothing inside of it...
One of the highlights of the set was Marc stripping down to his underwear and diving into the crowd with a bottle of champagne...
You, as ur future self is called, tells you that they are on vacation (you explain that rather than just simply travel to different places in the world, people from their time travel to other time periods)...
KEEP FIGHTING FOR CHANGE. KILL YOUR FRIENDS AND COWORKERS...
RANDOM

I started out making hip-hop beats and sing a lullaby songs on those beats in my bedroom from 1999 to 2001 - I would say I am one of the first to make music in my bedroom...

Basically, I wanted to live inside of trance music, so I wrote down my toxic feelings and bathed them all in sounds that felt like healing. There are dozens of horror stories in those lyrics and when I perform the songs I often want to cry, sometimes I do...

The concept for reverse nightmare tower was actually inspired by my friend who sent me an unpublished script/rough draft idea for a game/visual novel style thingy he was making...

Name credit goes to the Wu-Tang Name Generator (the same one that named Donald Glover “Childish Gambino)...

Live Nation told me Daniel's first three songs of the set would be performed under a massive curtain. I knew this would be interesting...

I thought it'd be funny to try and partner up with Whooshh Innovations and promote how they are improving the lives of Salmon and the people who eat their flesh. They haven't cut me a check, but maybe they bought an album or two, so whatever.

On some psychotic episodes, I catch myself hallucinating cameras on the corners of my bedroom, broadcasting to a non-existent audience my suffering, as if it were just a theatrical performance. Just because all that suffering by itself lacks purpose, feels empty...











