Toby Frith

Whilst I enjoy most forms of music, for some reason electronic music galvanised something in me that no other genre has yet to. Part of it I will admit comes from the desire to be a part of some sort of movement, having missed out on the halcyon period of acid house’s early years by a whisker, and somehow missing a bit of the part that followed.

Being a student of history, I’ve been intrigued by its origins, not least in the strange migration of ideas from the heart of the Ruhr in the 70’s to the streets of New York, but also in the minds of pioneers like Iannis Xenakis and the thoughts of Serialists like Arnold Schoenberg. It continually changes and mutates, not always for good and sometimes it’s necessary to go back to go forward. The fact however that there is so much of it means that it is difficult for one to be tired by it and I’m continually finding great joy in areas that I never envisaged.

Formative moments include seeing Kraftwerk for the first time in 1991, witnessing Jeff Mills at the seminal Lost parties during the mid-90’s and being sucked into the black hole of taste that is Italo-Disco a few years back.