Self-portrait by Matthew Loveridge, biro on paper, 2020
In this realm of ego and tactful restraint, musicians make scarce use of the internetโs greatest gifts: a completely unrestricted platform and a fluidity of identity which enables them to be any number of artists at once.
This power is demonstrated in the chameleonic two-decade career of composer and former Beak> member Matthew Loveridge, whose insatiable conquering of new genres and disciplines has spawned over 30 full-length records under various identities: Knife Liibrary, Gnar Hest, Fairhorns, Team Brick and his principal moniker MXLX. Spanning long-form organ pieces, bludgeoning industrial and gritty piano-and-vocal compositions, it is an incomparable catalogue โ in places mercilessly abrasive, in others ecstatically beautiful.
These forces of confrontation and introspection, constantly at odds in his canon, were powerfully reconciled in his 2017 masterwork Kicking Away At The Decrepit Walls Til The Beautiful Sunshine Blisters Thru The Cracks. A stunning exploration of Loveridgeโs recurrent struggles with mental health and one of tQโs Albums Of The Year, it brought wider acclaim to one of the Bristol avant-gardeโs most extraordinary and quietly influential figures.
This triumph was followed, however, by personal hardship. Struggling to afford Bristolโs rising living costs, Loveridge briefly moved to Glasgow before a severe bout of depression forced his return. โI expected to land on my feet, but it didnโt pan out that way,โ he says, which lead to a brush with homelessness โ โnot on the streets, thank God, but several sofasโ โ and his development into a โreally volatile and difficult personโ.
Finally regaining stability in 2018, moving into โa wobbly little shithole above an Icelandโ, Loveridge began the process of recovering from his breakdown and creating the follow-up to Kicking Away. The resulting album, Serpent, is a phenomenal achievement. Through warped metal and coruscating electronica, the record sees Loveridge โcrawl out of a period of numbnessโ to produce his most emotionally complex work to date.
Loveridgeโs recovery from anhedonia โ the inability to sense emotional pleasure โ forms Serpentโs principle focus. โFor the majority of 2018 I didnโt feel a single thing,โ he says frankly. On โMood Bruiserโ, a muttered โI donโt know how I feelโ opens a vortex of industrial clangs and hurtling scraps of distortion, from which a haunting organ sequence climbs and finally dissolves. Throughout Serpent, the alien and desolate are heard in conflict with soaring emotion.
These moments of lyrical prominence are part of what makes Serpent an oddity in a catalogue where Loveridgeโs vocals are typically obscured or non-verbal (see 2015โs I Aim To Understand Nothing). While he dismisses questions on his lyrics, claiming they are as obligatory and โcompletely unconsideredโ on Serpent as across his previous albums, their agency is accentuated by his highly disorientating production. Interrupting his choral chants in โI Am Wrong And You Are Proofโ with his own distant screams and intimate whispers, Loveridge seems to erratically materialise at different points in the room.
Itโs part of his complex use of โtexture where there would normally be melodyโ to convey emotional shifts and the narrative of recovery. Serpentโs centrepiece, โFlowers For The Snakesโ, opens in darkness, populated by sharpening knives and malevolent laughter, before Loveridgeโs declaration that โthis was no affectation of miseryโ shifts us to a triumphant sequence of howling post-rock and synthetic drums. This narrative expression is complicated, perhaps, by his affection for extreme sonic barrages.
While some might baulk at the brutal six-minute distortion piece โBeing A Bombโ, Loveridge reads these harsh sounds as โcompletely joyous and celebratory โ white light and white noise are the same thingโ. Interpretability is far from his first concern, however. โIโve got a hate-boner against meaning,โ he says. โI see music as just little machines with a function: tranquilisers, amphetamines or psychedelicsโ.
This functional outlook helps to explain Loveridgeโs obsessive industriousness. He frequently cites pressure to โget the shit doneโ, despite working independently, and constantly challenges himself with new disciplines delineated by his various identities. As Gnar Hest, he painstakingly inputs all notes digitally with no live or MIDI instruments. MXLX songs sometimes include hundreds of layers of instrumentation performed by himself, while as Knife Liibrary he is restricted to his voice and a piano. When I question his decision to use 3D modelling to plan Serpent visually, he simply replies: โI wanted to confuse myself.โ
Where he becomes overstretched, he claims his failures โhave their own sort of beauty to themโ, taking on lives of their own as โugly malformed beasts I didnโt intend to createโ. Loveridge attributes this unusual ethic and tendency to โthink in terms of recordsโ to his autism, having previously suggested he would have long since left music behind if he was neurotypical. He resists definition by this though, noting the industryโs โreverse hostilityโ towards neurodiversity in not allowing work to stand up on its own merits. โI happen to be autistic,โ he says. โThe ridiculous pumping out of mediocre jams is sort of a by-product."
Loveridge now faces the challenge of monetising his enormous body of recordings in a landscape increasingly hostile to artists doing so. One measure has been to reject online streaming platforms, making his music available exclusively through Bandcamp. While he believes โthere is a place for stuff like Spotify, Apple, Tidal and all thatโ, and sees no malice in their use, โitโs generally for more popular forms of musicโ. He considers Bandcamp โa much more libertarian platformโ, noting that he โearned $40 in 18 months on Spotify, and in the four weeks after I took everything down I made triple thatโ.
Elsewhere in Bristolโs vital DIY music community, many of Loveridgeโs fellow experimentalists have adopted a similar tactic. The vital left-field dub label Bokeh Versions, and the sprawling Avon Terror Corps collective they belong to (alongside Giant Swan, Harrga etc.), have also made Bandcamp their sole online outlet. Loveridge notes the value of this community, claiming the increased โcommunication between the little pocketsโ of the cityโs eclectic musical landscape, from noise shows to sound-system nights, has made him feel โa lot more welcome than I did ten years agoโ. He claims to have drawn increasingly from this, taking โa lot more influence from trap and bass music due to being around more people doing it in really personal waysโ. Compared to the โlimp handshakeโ of contemporary guitar punk, he claims โthatโs where the punk isโฆ thatโs where actual DIY culture isโ.
Serpent has already been followed by the new Knife Liibrary album MARKS: Songs For Those I Have Killed, along with plans for an โugly, digital nu-metalโ record as Fairhorns and another MXLX album. When I suggest this signals a return to business as usual, Loveridge notes his recent revelation that his work โis satireโ; aside from any โbratty or obnoxiousโ connotations, this has refreshed his focus on subverting genre tropes and inverting the spotlight. The next MXLX album, he declares, will be a techno record.
With this, the extraordinary achievement of Serpent already begins to vanish beneath the inexhaustible flow of Loveridge’s new projects. While he hopes it can โhelp some peopleโ, providing โa withdrawal, or a sponge for the bad shitโ, he reflects on Serpent principally as โsomething I had to doโ: demanding its own creation without regard for any audience. โIโm not here to please people, but Iโm pleased when I do.โ
A satisfyingly large number of Matthew Loveridge albums are available via Bandcamp