Of course, that’s music. Everything that demands a contemporary disorientation of the genres plays a part in this stuff. Yves Tumor is the ambience of an aphexed symbiosis of soul, electro and noise. His make-up doesn’t contribute to the crash, but to radiating into an unsecured and fluid environment. Some call it agony. Others would say it’s torture. Maybe that’s why we enjoy it.
Text: Sven Wälti