Algiers – Algiers

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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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