pleasure coffin interview

(cont’d)

your sound and your art within them?

S: I would say it would be a noise that a haunted doll would make. I usually like to say I make haunted electronic music and people are like ‘Oh!’ That’s just how I feel. I don’t really know what to label it as because it does take from a lot of different genres, sometimes pop, sometimes even metal. So I don’t know. It’s haunted doll music noise.

Z: I feel like that’s really spot on, honestly. I like that description. Are there any other artists that you’ve encountered personally or that you work that you think have helped you along the way and helped influence your individuality?

S: Definitely. I think that meeting other bands has been just amazing and becoming friends with bands that I would listen to before I started making music then becoming friends with them through playing shows has been amazing and surreal. Death Insurance from New York, The Mall from St. Louis, White Ring from Florida, everybody from New York, Polly Urethane from Denver. Damn, there’s too many. But those are the ones at the top of my head.

Z: Some good ones. I like Death Insurance. Do you feel like performing is really crucial to your sound or do you feel like you separate what you upload and what you perform?

S: I think the live performances inform the recordings a lot to be like, ‘Okay, how does the crowd react to this song when I do this or this?’ It’s like trial and error before I really solidify the idea. It is so different, especially from just the recording standpoint. It’s like, how do I manufacture this emotion that I only really get when it’s live? So that’s impossible.

Z: And I guess my last question, do you have a current favorite artist of the moment?

S: I guess what I’ve been listening to a lot has been a lot of post punk from the 80s, like Red Laurie, Yellow Laurie, The Birthday Party. That’s honestly been influencing me at the moment. I’m stuck in the past, I’ll let you know when I’m in the future.

-Zoë Anderson

arms

by Josh Rosenthal

next time i tremble into arms will be a homecoming to my discarded body for viewed as damaged as desecrated it was easier to sever than mend what was all torn up and tongue tied flesh can’t rest in a state of panic and giving away what i fought to ignore means having to draw my hand to cover the scar from when maybe i won’t even finish before they enclose in understanding and i can return