Al Byrne
Anytime I receive a press release that labels a band “an extremely exciting arts collective [and] a perpetual multimedia art installation”, a tiny emergency klaxon in my brain – wedged somewhere between the hippocampus and the primary auditory cortex, so the sound is both unbearably loud and very memorable – goes off. The klaxon reminds me to regard the offending group with the kind of scorn you reserve for only the most pretentious of ponces,…