Delusion Spree

A collective made up of songwriters, producers, sound engineers and session musicians, Eades, more than most, have grappled to reconcile the importance of community against a burning need to go it alone. Self-proclaimed as “David Bryne and Lou Reed’s dyslexic child playing out of a Motorola Pebl” the juxtaposition serves to fit. Like New York Bowery clubrats misreading the instruction manual for British post-punk, their sound is assembled somewhere within the shifting textures of rhythmic convulsions and low-fidelity rawness.