Artist Bio: Electric Red
When Electric Red asked me to craft a bio in advance of their newest album, I was thrilled. Their music is unlike any other I’ve heard, making this piece a unique, exciting challenge. It is always a joy to translate sonic themes into words and stir enthusiasm for the music in readers.
In your search for music in the soundless vacuum of space, when you find yourself in an inter-dimensional opium den on an unnamed planet, tucked away in a dark back-alley, you will find Electric Red. Electric Red is an ecstatic collision of transcendent funk, extraterrestrial tones, and hypnotizing basslines. With music that defies genre and otherworldly, hallucinatory visuals, their live performances are an experience that will leave you questioning your sanity, or perhaps even reality itself. Warped vocal samples and syncopated breakbeats disorient listeners just enough to keep things interesting as dreamlike guitar melodies provide a more grounded sonic pleasure. Electric Red’s music will take up residence in your psyche and adamantly refuse to leave.
In both their music as well as their live performances, Electric Red has managed to give form to relatable, human anxieties about the world - the inconsistencies, the fears - and warp them into something strange and fascinating, turning them around and playing them back to their spellbound audience. Listeners will feel unease, wonder, confusion, awe, and they will love every mercurial second of it. After they have plucked you out of your bad trip and turned it into something beautiful, Electric Red’s grooves will forever be a part of you, working their way into your DNA like mutated cells and touching your very essence. They will change the way you see music itself.
Electric Red was conceptualized in the mind of bassist David A. Dovo, who likens the development of the group to a sorcerer’s cauldron, with each musician adding their own ingredients to create something that is delightfully out of this world. Formed in NYC in 2010, Electric Red’s members are now scattered across the country, lying in wait until they are called to gather and groove in that dark, peculiar lounge not far from your place. You know the one.