"Parmi les humanoïdes de l’anti-culture contaminés gravitant autour de la tour des fauchés, apparaît Andy Bolus, musi-mécanicien fabriquant des jouets mutants aux sonorités démentes et incontrôlables." Franq de Quango (BimboTower).
"Andy Bolus (alias Evil Moisture, XyleX) produit des jouets électroniques modifiés, reconnecte les circuits tels ceux trouvés à l’intérieur des ordinateurs parlants pour les enfants, et en utilise les sons générés aléatoirement comme matériel source pour des cutup à grande vitesse, et pour des installations. Son travail a été présenté notemment au Japon, en France et Angleterre. Il a écrit pour Bananafish (USA), E.S.T. (UK), été édité par Le Dernier Cri (France), fondé le label Doomation Records et en collaboration avec Akemi Shimada, B.D.S (Beaucoup de sang). Il a travaillé avec Yamantaka EyE (Hanatarash, XoX, Boredoms), Hironori Murakami (Vomit Lunchs), Erik Minkinnen (as Intertecsupabrainbeatzroomboyz) Andrew Sharpley (as AA) and Noel Akchote (as Lenny Kravitz U.K) et LUC FERRARI pour lequel il a réalisé une série de jouets modifiés… Il a performé pour de nombreuses dates dans les lieux mythiques en Europe et au Japon et été édité sur divers labels pour la musique sans concession." - Franq de Quengo (Bimbo Tower)
"I don't have a single evil thing to say about you. You're swell. And maybe a god." - Lisa Carver (Rollerderby)
"Man...I got this Motor Repair class, ELECT. REP. 347, two credit dog so the pressures off. Easy breezy, lots to learn, but the instructor is this real -deal scooter rooter type. Grey patchy hair, shirt buttoned wrong, eyes going in two directions, just amazing = starts every class with a nasty joke thats either from his cell phone or printed out from god-knows-what website...amazing....so anyway, we rolled through capacitor start- cap run motors too fast so we had an extra day, - the old-timer said he had some "old school style" motor style to dazzle us next class......so here comes the day, and he rolls in, tells a joke about a panty hose factory infected with wish-giving leprechauns, and empties this moldy box onto a table: contents include: =two old hamburgers = four permanent magnetic motor control circuits, =a vest made out of old rotten reel to reel tapes =and oil jar containing a green lint from WD-40 remains from dying horse manes =four small speaker leads =a six pack of the cheapest French tall boy brews =a small 40 watt amplifier with a replaced speaker covered in cottage cheese Speechless, our class watched as for an hour in silence as the teacher slowly patched all the materials together, hands that are usually covered in motor grease where now coated with bits of magnetic tape, hamburger remains, WD 40 horse hair, the works.....after this was all put together to form some unholy current path, he took the final lead - grinning evil like he had his hand on the nuclear-universe ending button, pulled into the makeshift amp and out came the WORST most twisted noise imaginable. The techs from the ELECT Tech (room 345) came running over thinking the cable trays were loaded with an ocean of fault current.....and stood stunned at the mangled terrible NOISE. The class seat complacent, some dude I also have NEC Code class with put his hat on backwards and did nothing..... the noise got louder, more complex, unraveled, just pure sonic terror.....after about ten minutes of this "demonstration"....the teacher stood up straight, looked at the class: all he saw was blank, unimpressed faces. None were shook or stunned. "Cmon guys........????!!!!" Nothing, class silent. "Hello? I did this for the morning class and got the security pulled on me. One kid even vomited in his U of M jersey." A kid counted his fingers. "Well give me something....!!!!" Unable to keep up with the tense silence in the class..... Sam, a second year Alternative energy dude, said: "Man,....we've seen it" "AND DONE RIGHT" -another student said, and the class erupted in chaos laughter. "WHERE??" AND HOW?" Instructor said, blown away. "What do you think we are here? I was listening to YERM FLOWERS cassette in my car on the way to class - and nearly half the class was at that NO FUN where BOLUS/EVIL MOISTURE did his hamburger thing and KILLED IT" Sam said, for the whole class. "Yeah, and since when is the "GAK" lp NOT the perquisite anymore for this stinking MOTOR REPAIR class?" And thats how it went down, our instructor in nothing but a EVIL MOISTURE, POSEUR SURPREME!!!! If have anyquestions, email him at : Wildwickedmanelicker@yahoo.stjohnstelnet.info.net" (John Olson / Spykes)
EVIL MOISTURE - by Leif Elggren
(for Andy Bolus)
You know;
They found evil moisture under the Swedish King's bed, yes!
And under other beds too. Yes!
Evil moisture.
Like under the president's car.
Like under the bridge and under the machineries most vital parts.
Like under the desk.
Like under those bare feets.
On the street.
Evil moisture.
Dripping down from the engine, upside down in the rain, like heartbeats.
Under the ammunition cartridges. Like thick shining yellow cream.
In the sewer systems.
In the veins.
They found evil moisture archived in the catacombs too.
Yes!
Since long ago.
Like stored for the future.
Like the apples.
And the potatoes.
And the dogs.
You know.
And the rats too.
There are certain reports saying: You can not get rid of this any more!
It is multiplying; spreading out.
Gone too far.
Too much.
Too many places already adapted.
(contaminated, if you want)
Like from all bodily openings; blood pouring out.
Blood pouring out.
From all holes there are. In this existence.
And more.
Yes.
Too late.
Yes!
You know, there are people saying:
Something dripping under my bed and I do not dare to see what is going on.
There under.
No no no.
Fear all over.
And time is running out.
Like electricity.
Like silk worms doing everything synchronized.
Dancing.
In the rain.
Listening.
To the rain.
And being reborn without the possibility to feed themselves.
Saying: I am one among many.
Yes.
I am safe in the crowd.
Yes.
I am safe in the crowd.
Yes.
And evil moisture does not smell.
You know.
That's a problem.
Or an advantage.
You know; how to smell the enemy?
How to navigate through this cold and dark night?
How to survive until the dark is done?
Every day.
Every night.
If...
Like small low energy consuming engines.
Motors.
On a micro level.
Countless.
Spinning like hell.
In every cell.
Like, you know, when the Red Army cleared Berlin and sacrified a terrible amount of soldiers and after that faced even another loss.
Yes, you know, a double loss.
Yes, evil moisture in the ruins, in the blood, in the open mouths of the dead soldiers.
The empty space between the mouth and the throat.
The entrance to it, or the exit.
Filled with evil moisture.
Like filth.
Yes.
Evil moisture.
And the bullets are returning, returning to all those necks.
To all those necks that saw them coming, the bullets.
Fired from the other side.
Yes.
From the other side.
You know.
From the eyes.
Ffrom the mouth.
From the nose.
You know.
All around the planet.
Splitting their spines like wood, like a holy cross.
Offering new possibilities for the rest of the crowd.
Like new born babies.
Fragile and vulnerable.
And it all starts again.
Like after a fire.
Like, you know, when the poet throwed herself out from the highest building in the city.
Too many voices in her head. Like a certain unbareable pain. Like two. Like three. Like more.
Like when the mother said: Come on little daughter, something is going on under the bed,
can you see what it is?
And the daughter says: It's like a moisture down there, under the bed, in the dark.
The mother says: It is like something evil? Like some evil moisture?
Is it like something that just arrived?
Like something new?
And the daughter says: It is like something old, something that has been there for a while.
For a long time. Something evil that seems to have the capacity to wait even longer.
Patiently.
There under.
Yes.
Like a tick.
You know.
Yes.
Like a tick.
Yes.
It's dripping evil moisture from the kings trousers.
It has been dripping for many years now and it seems to have no end.
Dripping and creating a sea of evil moisture.
A dead see.
A dead see that generates gases so evil that no one can stand it,
and it smells all the way to China.
And other countries too.
Yes!
Not to forget the excrement of the Pope of Rome.
No, no, no.
Like under the church floor; dripping.
Like from the ceiling; dripping, dripping.
Like from the nuclear power plants worst scenario; drip, drip, dripping.
Like in the drinking water too, yes.
Like from bad food.
Or worse.
Blood in the sewer system,
Bringing terrible diseases out from dark holes.
Like frightening and forgotten spaces suddenly are opening up,
delivering spectacular forms of energy that no one have experienced before on this planet.
Smelling terribly bad.
Yes.
Terribly bad.
And yes, you know, like evil moisture.
In the dark.
Waiting, waiting...
Yes.
Waiting.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.
It's going on and on and on and on.