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Bingo Nihilist

Bingo Nihilist is an unreleased CD looking for an interested label. The tracks were arranged & produced by Edwin Torres over a 2-year period using a 24-track studio in Seattle with 1/2" ADAT system, a home-studio with ProTools, and a portable 4-track mixer – each studio with its own engineer. If you're curious about a demo, please send an email.

In dense arrangements of sound intermingled with Torresian language, Bingo Nihilist uses the recording studio as a playground, fusing poetry with rock/jazz/samba-influenced soundscapes that expand on the invention of Holy Kid (Kill Rock Stars).

"DIY Cuban-meets-Dada style-playful mishmashes of lo-fi effects, ad glibs, cultural tipsiness, outlandish (d)Esperanto."(bart plantenga), Holy Kid was included in The Whitney Museum of American Art's exhibition 'The American Century, Pt. II.'

Bingo musicians include; Rachel from The Need and Paul Smith from Olympia, Wa. from alternative-indie-pop; Sean G. Meehan, Angelina Bardoz from NYC's improvisational music scene, reverse violin from jazz violinist Wendy Ultan, a guest appearance from poet Emily XYZ and others-musical categories are confounded, conjoined and conundrummed.

Some tracks: Peesacho is a gender-bending psyched-out character told in a sing-song lyric like an aria from a misguided opera, against an infectious backdrop of a vocal loop mixed with a groovy Bossa Nova rhythm. Auntie Drug is a satire/punk anthem on the media's having mistakenly quoted him as being "Anti-Drug." Son Mi Son is an ethereal sound poem/love song using corazon, the Spanish word for heart. Gum Wrapper is a catchy song about litter. Motor Priest – a tour de force performance piece of Torres'-takes the drama of live performance into the studio, with snare drum dragged across the floor, slide trumpet weaving in and out, processed vocals and tape manipulation in the background, the piece is about how beliefs create solitude.

Bingo Nihilist is another hybrid from Torres, presenting the many worlds his poetry lives in. In the words of Motor Priest, "I wear stropo-phonic pants for the bourgeoisie, I billow in the bully-vard…looka me!"

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