In most respects (aural and visual),
Andrez likes to steal glances into a
metaphysical rear-vision mirror towards
the “found art” chapter of the
Dadaists’ handbook; he then flicks his gaze
in the direction of the cut-up techniques of
Brion Gysin and Tristan Tzara, with a sardonic eye on the deconstructive tendencies
and then throws it all into the air, like
so much humbug confetti.
Blah, blah, blah.
Who writes this stuff, anyway?