Tortured at youth by a father’s incessant vocal pitch, john smthg (something) develops an ear outside the home. From his tape playing days up to the electronic scene, John’s attraction to music, sounds and their modifications make of this tortured soul a self-taught composer today.
John’s underground sound is brilliantly minimal yet runs with captions of techno might, techno light, and Rhythm&Soultech-enduced highs…
Everyone that comes, comes to dance.