I hitched a ride from Munich to visit my friend Clark in Lyon. So I sat for nine hours in the back of a Volkswagen Golf on what must have been one of the hottest days of the year. My driver had been raving about the galleries of Lyon and Dijon, the other passenger, a seventeen-year-old chain-smoking French girl had been nodding in agreement. Not sure what to expect when I got there and not wanting to get booted out of the car, only to be stuck in a service station near Stuttgart, I agreed that I must see the Cathedral and everything else. I didn’t tell them that I wasn’t really going to see any cultural monuments, so to speak. At least not old ones. I stepped out of the smokey sauna at the metro station Clark had told me about. Read more ⇒

Strange one. This patient seems convinced that he’s signed to France’s biggest electro music label, Ed Banger. He believes that he’s had over 20 releases over the last decade, including a riotous remix of Foreigner’s classic Cold As Ice. He claims that earlier this year he dropped one of the filthiest, most rocking EPs of the year in the form of his Happy Meal EP.

From anyone else, these claims would be nothing more than the ramblings of the latest admission to Bedlam. But we’re not dealing with anyone else. You see, our subject for this psychological experiment is none other than Parisian electro noise-monger, DJ Feadz. Let’s get into his head.

The Rorscharch test is probably better known to most as the Ink Blot test. Subjects are shown plates with abstract, enigmatic patterns on them and asked to articulate, as best they can, exactly what that slide makes them think of. Feadz seems bemused, and not exactly optimistic.

“This is the first test I’ve done so I might not have so much imagination…!” Read more ⇒