artist Action Makes

...But we’re delving back into the nonsense again here. I mean, sure, we find some current trends a little dispiriting, but that’s only because implicit in the cynicism is a dedication to making music that’s alive. That’s the crux of what I’m blathering about. That’s what I want you to focus on and to take from the music. Any of this other stuff is important, it defines us somehow—or does whatever the fuck it is I’m trying to do here—but a lot of these concepts are ambiguous. They’re figurative things. Things that aren’t part of our day-to-day efforts. Things that lie inside the band and don’t really need to be discussed except in the most pompous, masturbatory, drunken conversations that don’t really ever happen, and couldn’t happen knowing that we actually believe what I’m saying. Well, those conversations and band bios… For us, it’s just there. And here, in this setting, it’s just talk. Ridiculous, half-assed, babble. Whatever the fuck it all means, Action Makes is not a figurative band. We’re down here in the earth. We know how to manipulate a tidal wave of sound, bring it down to a murmur, then set loose sinewy tendrils to pulse and push their way back to a full-on rush until… There. Is that the kind of shit you want me to say? I can’t prove it with words. Proving it is what records are for. That’s what the shows are for. It’s what our instruments are for. Fuck the gibberish and just bask in it. That’s all we really ask.

Jay Lemak,
Noel Fenn,
Clint Rogerson,
Ryan Rothwell,
Andrew Stoeten.