As a storyteller and creative, I am not content with mere “content”. If you need zest in your message, some colour, this is what I will do for you:  

//You need more than words;
//you need language.


 


//You need more than words;
//you need language.


 

syzygy juice

syzygy juice

It’s the year 20ŽŽ. Everyone is online, the irony pandemic is out of control, and cyborg hipsters run feral through the streets. There is only one noble path out of destitution in this crazy world: to become an electronic music producer. From the under-underground of a Glasgow still reeling from Hurricane Monster Dew (Vapeberry Flavour) comes SYZYGY JUICE - a cosmic soda with the taste of the stars and the kick of a rocket engine - you know, the taste of charcoal and glitter. Brewed by renegade hacker Salo (Stewart) and notorious android M0 Ultrastar (Morven), this hyperactive hyperpop hyper-duo are here to save the day from the corporate empires of yore, the new chrono-crunk gangs chipped off the cyber-block, and every rogue DJ that stands in their way…

 

Like Sweet Trip smashed with 100 gecs, shoegaze scrambled through Dorian Electra’s blender, this is the sound of the Neo-Now as you’ve never heard it before.

I was commissioned by the Glasgow-based hyperpop duo Syzygy Juice to create their press release for labels like XL Recordings. This was a freeing  commission – I dipped into science-fiction storytelling to make am eye-catching introduction for their musical project, reflecting the quirkiness and eccentricity of their tracks with a tongue-in-cheek humour.

Sometimes melancholy, sometimes insane, the electronic music of adios nervosa required copy that walked the tightrope between introspection and accessibility. This was a similar project to Syzygy Juice, except here my copy had a wider reach – namely, Spotify, Rave Child, BBC Introducing Scotland and The Skinny.  

adios nervosa

adios nervosa

adios nervosa does not ‘defy description’, but he does meander. The musical project of a writer, this is wonky pop with a cerebral but danceable pulse – this is, for better or worse, an attempt at ‘dance-literature’. From half-sung lyrics over glo-fi love songs, to spoken phrases set to existential techno, to ambient soundscapes, this is electronic music at its most malleable, enigmatic and chaotic; this is the sound of the comedown, the walk home at 4am, the dazed search for meaning.  

almost ghosts

almost ghosts

Glasgow-based record label. Always digital, ever-hyper, mid-fi, New Nu, art-clunk, synth-puff, hyper-popped, nearly present, almost ghosts.                    [Social Media Bio]

[Selected Tweets]

nothing makes u feel like a twink quite like blasting Jessie Ware remixes

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A new ~wavy~ adios nervosa post-love song for your Summer evening — LOW WAS THE OCEAN WHILE “WILD COMBINATION” ECHOED BEYOND THE TRANSMIT is NOW OUT!!! 🗼📡🌊🎈 Written after watching an Arthur Russell documentary 🦾🌸🖤

LISTEN HERE: [link]

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⬜🦪*️⃣💮 AKOYA II

🏳️🐰 IS OUT NOW

👻👀🦾🤍💌

 

UNEARTH HERE: [link]

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☄️ NU ADIOS NERVOSA TRAQ 🚀

 

DANCE-PUNK IS REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY DEAD

 

About clubbing in Aberdeen just before it gets flooded. Also first ever pop song to quote John Ashbery 🖤🕶️🦾

 

[EAR EMOJI]: [link]

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in an independent scotland, @SyzygyJuice
will announce our eurovision results

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HUGE THANKS to @LostMap for having us on as VJs tonight after @kin___bote's wonderful performance - a tremendous blast of fun, frenzied music & demented CGI (sometimes). Here's to more such experiences 4 the future!! 🦾🌟💻💕

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the next Almost Ghosts meeting will take place at a 10pm cinema screening of Boss Baby 2

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We at Almost Ghosts are gunna keep you bopping through this bleak lockdowner of a January with PLAYLISTS 🚒❇️🟥💚

 

&first up is adios nervosa's Unironic Decisions, 4 this end

 

LIST~EN 🕯️🔶🎺🌟🔆 HE~RE :::

[link]

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delighted to confess that Almost Ghosts IS an industry plant, if by "industry" you mean "Jesus Christ Our Saviour"

When it came to this record label’s accounts, it was crucial to create an outlandish and left-field persona –   it was my responsibility to present their kinetic and jittery energy to a young online audience. I did this with a lot of irreverence, from warped Twitter humour to glitchy Instagram stories,

 Combined with a rapid release schedule, Almost Ghosts became an exciting lightning rod for alternative electronic

musicians in Scotland,

culminating in a digital

showcase via Twitch

livestream at the height of

lockdown.  

My longest-form project in the latter-10s was my role as founder and creative director of Aberdeen-based arts collective Re-Analogue. For three years we organised spoken-word nights, pop-up exhibitions, gigs, a film festival, flat parties, a music festival, a magazine, club nights, a digital mixtape of local musicians, a dual-book launch and a digital livestream finale featuring performances from spoken-word artists, filmmakers and musicians. We received coverage from The Skinny, Press and Journal, Gaudie and Leopard Arts. I was also responsible for our online presence, creating an idiosyncratic and glittering online persona with a heady mix of technicolour graphics, flash fictions and area-specific pseudo-ARGs.

re-analogue

re-analogue

Re-Analogue is a loose collective for the North-East, a creative emporium of delightful (ir)regular nights hellbent on injecting a wee bit of incandescence to Aberdonian proceedings— be it through literary performance, live music, artistic exhibition, or some other fantastical avenue... Our goal is nothing less than to position Aberdeen as the centre of a nascent cultural firestorm. To twist granite into gold.                  [Facebook Page Bio]

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.    ["Manifesto" Flyer for Magazine Launch]

     [Promotional Flash Fiction for "Liminal                                   Club Night]

 

You walk the empty streets of a city you know, but knew differently only a month before. It is a cold morning, the buildings egg-grey, sky paler - cloudless, sunny. This place is smaller than you remember. People are barely here, you alone with the stone you trampled past so often - but now there's a mature distinction to your wander. The downsides you had refused to mention have trickled into your mind as a clarified opinion. You notice the bristled silence of service(wo)men, the lacklustre churn of public transport, the lack of a tram. How roads spaghettify and elongate to long tracts of walking, for any and all destinations. A weird un-urbanity. You do not hate the city, per se, but realise its physical limitations.

You close the application. The e-map dimmers into a returning screen. You go to your Event. It's somewhere interior, a domestic place flared with a turn to the fantastic; thriving with the young, their kaleidoscopes of aesthetic/thought/praxis. A liminal space, yeah? Music blares from a totem of speakers; visuals out of a projector chroma-camouflage performers; cables snap and spark out their chipped boxes, receptors and domains of transitioning energy, party-life, sesh-light. The analogue looped to its digital vibrancy...

You realise there is Aberdeen, and there is this - Abertropolis - the meaningful counter-&-Ideal, lived and fleshed out in rented pub nights, flat-parties, student societies, DIY shed-galleries, the general re-occupation of all dishevelled spaces left behind by the physical grey realm. Think a series of gilded bubbles rushing with starry complexion through the valves of such a a social coil. Kinda like the metal at the bottom of a kettle, sea-shell-ish? That but glistening in its own post-adolescent amber, its collegiate honey. A whole aesthetic network, semi-secret and undefined, away from the granite and council and coldness, yet deep within its streets.

So you reshuffle your view, the goal of your project: Aberdeen can be as dead as it wants to be; your focus is on a renewal of something within {insert image of crocus blooming in snow here}. You can bring a forge to the fore anywhere. Your hope lies in reclamation, the salvage-collage for a genuine experience. Aberdeen lies still, and Abertropolis thrives.       

@EIBFdrone3010

@EIBFdrone3010

The co-worker carries eight boxes, brimming with hardback copies of “The End” by Knausgård. The co-worker breaks their spine in six different places.

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Olivia Laing will teach you how to read a novel. Start by lighting a candle. Then drip the wax in a pentagon, around the trunk of a tree felled in autumn. Then set the forest on fire. @Jenni_Fagan nods in agreement.

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.@FaberBooks have just one rep in Scotland. He will have to be at over 40 events this month. Let John be in your prayers tonight.

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Boxes are opened, flattened, remade. Queries for sharp objects - then sent back. Stock to overstock to event. Some for the containers, some for the shelf, one for the reading.

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The employee is very hungry.

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The authors are diverse, colourful, youthful. The audience is breaking apart, brittle and white like driftwood.

I ran this site-specific project, or "intervention", at the Edinburgh International Book Festival. in 2019 Through Twitter a drone ("the aerial kind, or a working waspish kind?") observed the surreal goings-on at the Edinburgh International Book Festival – sometimes real, sometimes fictional – years past, the year now, and the years to come, offering quips and poetic thoughts along the way. It was praised by publishers, industry professionals, authors and the Creative Director of the Festival, Nick Barley.

Another Twitter-based literary project, Binbag Press was a one-person outfit which published “boutique PDFs” of experimental literature. The digital persona behind this madness was “3 10”, a playful and chaotic mix of Gen Z erraticism and esotericism, through which I managed to make a (slightly insane) intervention into a very specific niche of contemporary literature.

binbag press

binbag press

The 'sad reacc' looks so desperate, so small, yet proactive. it mystifies me - it concerns me. 

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A posh Edinburgh man very seriously saying "Well, perhaps you would like some poetry?" to his wailing toddler. 

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The first of our Metamodern Classics series has been published! Michael O'Brien's best-read-er "the space between hippos" now has an 'Ornate Twee' cover. Does it have something to do with the content? Or would you be content with any reason? 

Read it here: [link] 

far from the
madding crowd

far from the
madding crowd

Despite lockdown and an uncertain world, there's still a space for discussion and contact, thanks to the ever-ambivalent technology of the 21st century.  Join Far From the Madding Crowd as they interview a variety of authors and poets constellated around the world - there will be discussions of the writers' latest work and overall careers, plus chat about current affairs in all its chaos, and the hopeful glimmers between.

[Spoke In Mirrors Copy]

[Selected Tweets]

Congratulations to Susanna Clark for winning this year's Women's Prize for Fiction, with the spellbinding and labyrinthine PIRANESI!

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Signed copies of HARLEM SHUFFLE, the latest from @colsonwhitehead, now in the shop! 🎶📘🎷 "A gloriously entertaining novel of heists, shakedowns, and rip-offs set in Harlem in the 1960s..."

I worked with the award-winning Scottish independent bookshop Far From the Madding Crowd for over seven years – during this time I worked extensively on their accounts, and
during the pandemic in 2020 built their new website to allow for online orders. I also ran their interview series “Spoke In Mirrors”, which I hosted, filmed and edited myself. 

world-dreem

Along with an intensive marketing campaign that included newsletters,  securing endorsements from high-profile authors, and press releases, when it came to the blurb and website text for the literary anthology World-dreem it was important to be as bold as the material within, while also appealing to as broad a readership as possible. The result was a success - despite its avant-garde beginnings, the anthology sold hundreds of copies across four continents, and was even featured at the Edinburgh International Book Festival.

A man is plagued by visions of the hollow earth. Onions sprout from a dreamer’s legs. American ghost hunters search for murdered spirits, and you’re skiving Wednesday P.E. to smoke on a riverbank.

This collection brings together bold and esoteric visions from the cutting-edge of Scotland’s young literary scene, and beyond.

This is a transmission from the otherworld.

Are you receiving?

[Blurb and Website Product Description]

world-dreem