Chasing the perfect musical trip, as Exo Moda he made tracks that could fit well as a soundtrack to a Quentin Tarantino or Sergio Leone movie, filled with Native Americans dancing around campfires, banal futuristic bad guys on mescalin and intense, distorted trip scenes riding a motorcycle through a desert. Analog bass lines, rough breakbeats, beefed-up guitars and a pinch of what-the-fuck laid the foundation for the nouvelles violences in sound he created thoughtfully in his studio during his early adolescence. It was during this time that alienation and escapism were two great factors in his life, resulting in a strong alternative edge.

Tip: If you’re lost in the desert and you’re hungry, watch out for eating the wrong type of cactus. My legs have turned into wombats, the sky is custard and it has been 72 hours since last seeing another human being. The dried up vomit on my sleeve tells me I shouldn’t whine, but all my verbs look like adjectives and there are 2 pizza’s by the door to the tower. ‘Belts!’ yells a voice of meat. I take another bite of cactus and disappear into styrofoam until I chocolate sprinkles. – Noisey on videoclip for ‘Peyote in the Desert’