"Nil
is a caffeine swilling, lolly stealing, shaven headed doof man with
Without fear or favour, malice or ill-will I think I can say with a high degree of certainty that I'm the only serving member of an Australasian Police service who writes and performs dance music. However, my destiny appeared to be that of an anorak wearing train-spotter as I soldered my first sampler together from a kit for my trusty Amiga 500 in 1989 and after twiddling a few tunes for my hacker mates demos, branded myself (rather prematurely perhaps) talentless and was thusly doomed to a servile life in the workforce. Cue 1991. I'm declared sane and responsible enough to be given a gun, some handcuffs and a natty uniform and the REAL, real world beckons. And what a horrid, irksome place it is, full of disgruntled, argumentative and just plain violent people who instantly hate you before you even get out of your rather tastefully decorated car . And there I am, PC plod fervently trying to be a pillar of the community type and hating every second of it whilst simultaneously being branded a weirdo/gay/drug using anarchist by my work colleagues. And this is before I find my first dance club! Wibble misty haze effect to 1992 and I've well and truly discovered where I want to be. Raves, dance clubs and doof*ting*doof*ting become my friend. Sadly no-one else wants to be as the usual "Oh, Im a policeman" opening understandably tended to send people scrambling for the exit, so my first year-and-a-bit of clubbing was a rather solitary pursuit. At least I can genuinely say that I was there because I loved the music as I couldn't have scored if my life depended on it. Swiftly rolling onto 1998 and in a fit of permanent night work induced boredom an MC303 is purchased followed by a couple of noodling gigs, more hardware and a ludicrous place-a-CDR-in-record execs bag *ZZZZZOOOOM to 2001* (replete with sound of a needle being ripped across a record) Suddenly there's vinyl being pressed, albums mooted and bio-thingies need to be typed? Time for a judiciously placed swear word. Fuck! Wha, who, how? None of this music malarky has gone according to how I planned at all. I started writing dark experimental bleep hop tech ping weirdness with musical styles ranging from ambient-rainbow-techstep to hardcore-breakbeat-polka until finally it dawned on me that I had something to offer the multitudinous masses as part of Superfluid, Nil vs and now Vectrex. I've now worked with idols and played with Gods. Doki Doki Panic for 2003! /\\\.
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