TORONTO, ON – July 25, 2018 - Yves Tumor? Try to unravel, and the dimensions and personas spill out like the cracked and warped contents of a grotesquely beautiful matryoshka doll. A gothic soundscape auteur? Details are scant, so the music does most of the talking… except the scarce occasion when Yves offers a few words: “A lot of people are confused about my actual whereabouts, but that’s OK,” posited in a rare interview from last year.
To see Yves Tumor step upon a stage is to be thrashed by a howling cyberpunk fiend – yet filter the recorded output and be treated to a kaleidoscopic union of classic songwriting and lobotomized sound experiments. The duality unveils subtly but hints and images can be parsed from music and lyrics, giving that impression that on experience and listen it just might be possible that everything will come perfectly into focus.
This huge and contorted pop masterpiece called ‘Noid’ is diabolically rowdy, yet absolute in it’s crepuscular message of contemporary dread. It also seems the perfect place to start……
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