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TELEPATHIC, the debut EP from Danish artist MR. BURN, aka Mads Riiskjær Jaurnow, was born of his desire to do something dramatically different from his previous endeavors. Having played with beloved Danish hard rockers Electric Elephants for 10 years, his urge to evolve was undeniable.
After his acceptance to Copenhagen’s prestigious *Rytmisk Musikkonservatorium* conservatory, he was partnered with Søren Buhl Lassen as his producer - with whom he had been previously acquainted in Copenhagen’s familial music scene. Despite lacking an initial concrete roadmap, the two experimented with various elements of electronic music, in addition to their mutual fondness for Swedish pop music and edgy 90’s alt rock, before running wildly into the darkness.
Re-emerging into the sober light of day, Mads performed his new material for his fellow classmates. After one of them dubbed the new sound as the keen hybrid of ‘Nine Inch Nails and The Backstreet Boys’ he knew he was onto something.
“When we began experimenting with our sound as it related to our influences - we started out with our more modern Swedish pop influences, like The Cardigans (Gran Turismo) but quickly noticed that anytime I allowed my American classic rock influence to sit in the driver’s seat, it would completely take over - but then I found that when I ignored it completely, it would still creep in, but not totally dominate, and the result sounded more like (Smashing Pumpkins) Eva Adore.”
Mads knew he had a good producing partner in Søren. “It was after hearing how good he was at formulating his music ideas into language that I knew I needed to work with him. I have never met another human who can paint such a precise picture of a sound in his head and then, conversely, turn it into something concrete. I can talk nonsense for an hour and then he would say ‘you mean something like this?’ And I would be like, ‘Yes! Precisely!’”
As for the visual identity of Mr. Burn, Mads always had a long-standing affinity for the trashy-yet-glamourous, androgynous, narcissist front men of the 1990’s whose posters lined the walls of his adolescent bedroom - think NO. 4-era Scott Weiland or Zooropa-era Bono - a harkening back to the early days of Ziggy Stardust when the establishment snobbishly dismissed him and his glam contemporaries as just being ‘decadent’ with their skin-tight latex, black nail polish, and ridiculous eyewear.
It was from this cauldron of primordial ooze that Mads’ alter ego, Mr. Burn, would be born. Much like Fight Club’s Tyler Durden, Mr. Burn is the vehicle that enables Mads to present himself to the world in the vulnerable and volatile atmosphere needed to feed his incendiary nature. Who better to guide you through Telepathic’s litany of verboten themes like high anxiety, the transcendence of abuse, and dark power-play - heavily infused with the stench of stale nicotine and the visceral metallic clang of robot sex.