Algiers

In the low light where sounds birth learns to breathe,
dark eroticism already hums like deep bass-line.

Let us say that it is not the body that speaks here first,
but the fragile void before the note and tension lands ... tremor held between silence and desire.

Music moves  through shadow—
slow, deliberate, never naming what it touches.

serpent of a minor chord leans closer than words,
a rhythm lingers where restraint melts,
teaching longing how to sway.

echoes,
vinyl crackle, velvet night,

 voices with secrets it refuses to confess.

It is the art of almost,
the seduction of what remains just out of reach.

In this space, sound and desire conspire.

They remind us that the deepest intimacy
is often heard, 
felt in the pulse.


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As the globalised economy churns in swells ‘neath our feet, suturing us together and tearing us apart, heads angled hellward, we bellow, Algiers!

Algiers is the danse macabre between here and nowhere, movement and stasis, order under hell, and chaos under heaven. The situation is excellent.

Algiers is a band of musicians born in Atlanta, Georgia, the rotten hub of the Ol’ American South, where W.E.B Dubois once saw a riot goin’ on, and where the hell and highwater swirls ‘round to the knees.

Holed up in our perches in London, New York and a small town in France, plague up to our necks, we conjure the dead sound to life.

The click clack of the keyboard brings us to worship. The shrieks of slaves and rebels pummeling through.

Our tongues, twisted in the service of Paul Robeson, Lee Moses, Selda Bağcan, et al, slur a call in the darkness.

Algiers is the experimental gospel noise soul pulp response, slurping Francophilia - Gainsbourg and Dutronc, Saint Just and Fanon, Badiou and Baurdillard - Black Power - Nina Simone, Public Enemy, James Baldwin, Fred Hampton, DJ Premier, and Fela Kuti – and Southern Gothic - William Faulkner, Nick Cave and Flannery O’Connor - into a stew thicker than bourguignon in the Algierian sun.

Algiers is Franklin James Fisher (b. North Carolina, l. NYC) / vocals, guitar, keys, programming, and percussion; Ryan Mahan (b. Georgia, l. London) / vocals, bass and percussion; and Lee Tesche (b. Georgia, l. London) / guitar, vocals, programming, and percussion.

Irony. Utility. Pretext.

Algiers

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