who am eye.
this silly little island is in search of an identity….. like an early teenager trying on new styles and fashions engerlund, is struggling to understand what a nasty and shitty step it has taken….. “what us”, xenophobes? what does that even mean, the plebysiteees ask…
eye obviously have no answers as such but i have made this algorithmically engineered sonic poem with a very confused cary grant to help us s0rt it out.
in this work, cary, an emigreé working for an immigrant (Alfred Hitchock)wizz around and help us think… who are we now? features dr lucilee bach on secret vocals
