No Affectation Of Misery: An Interview With Matthew Loveridge AKA MXLX

Inhabiting myriad identities to build an enormous catalogue of experimental music, Matthew Loveridgeโ€™s fascinating career was briefly paralysed by personal hardship. As he returns, Alastair Shuttleworth speaks to the enigmatic composer about anhedonia, abrasiveness, and the difficult birth of his new masterpiece

Self-portrait by Matthew Loveridge, biro on paper, 2020

In this realm of ego and tactful restraint, musicians make scarce use of the internetโ€™s 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 Loveridgeโ€™s recurrent struggles with mental health and one of tQโ€™s Albums Of The Year, it brought wider acclaim to one of the Bristol avant-gardeโ€™s most extraordinary and quietly influential figures.

This triumph was followed, however, by personal hardship. Struggling to afford Bristolโ€™s rising living costs, Loveridge briefly moved to Glasgow before a severe bout of depression forced his return. โ€œI expected to land on my feet, but it didnโ€™t pan out that way,โ€ he says, which lead to a brush with homelessness โ€“ โ€œnot on the streets, thank God, but several sofasโ€ โ€“ and his development into a โ€œreally volatile and difficult personโ€.

Finally regaining stability in 2018, moving into โ€œa 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 โ€œcrawl out of a period of numbnessโ€ to produce his most emotionally complex work to date.

Loveridgeโ€™s recovery from anhedonia โ€“ the inability to sense emotional pleasure โ€“ forms Serpentโ€™s principle focus. โ€œFor the majority of 2018 I didnโ€™t feel a single thing,โ€ he says frankly. On โ€˜Mood Bruiserโ€™, a muttered โ€œI donโ€™t 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 Loveridgeโ€™s vocals are typically obscured or non-verbal (see 2015โ€™s I Aim To Understand Nothing). While he dismisses questions on his lyrics, claiming they are as obligatory and โ€œcompletely unconsideredโ€ on Serpent as across his previous albums, their agency is accentuated by his highly disorientating production. Interrupting his choral chants in โ€˜I 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.

Itโ€™s part of his complex use of โ€œtexture where there would normally be melodyโ€ to convey emotional shifts and the narrative of recovery. Serpentโ€™s centrepiece, โ€˜Flowers For The Snakesโ€™, opens in darkness, populated by sharpening knives and malevolent laughter, before Loveridgeโ€™s declaration that โ€œthis 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 โ€˜Being A Bombโ€™, Loveridge reads these harsh sounds as โ€œcompletely joyous and celebratory โ€“ white light and white noise are the same thingโ€. Interpretability is far from his first concern, however. โ€œIโ€™ve got a hate-boner against meaning,โ€ he says. โ€œI see music as just little machines with a function: tranquilisers, amphetamines or psychedelicsโ€.

This functional outlook helps to explain Loveridgeโ€™s obsessive industriousness. He frequently cites pressure to โ€œget 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: โ€œI wanted to confuse myself.โ€

Where he becomes overstretched, he claims his failures โ€œhave their own sort of beauty to themโ€, taking on lives of their own as โ€œugly malformed beasts I didnโ€™t intend to createโ€. Loveridge attributes this unusual ethic and tendency to โ€œthink 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 industryโ€™s โ€œreverse hostilityโ€ towards neurodiversity in not allowing work to stand up on its own merits. โ€œI happen to be autistic,โ€ he says. โ€œThe 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 โ€œthere is a place for stuff like Spotify, Apple, Tidal and all thatโ€, and sees no malice in their use, โ€œitโ€™s generally for more popular forms of musicโ€. He considers Bandcamp โ€œa much more libertarian platformโ€, noting that he โ€œearned $40 in 18 months on Spotify, and in the four weeks after I took everything down I made triple thatโ€.

Elsewhere in Bristolโ€™s vital DIY music community, many of Loveridgeโ€™s 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 โ€œcommunication between the little pocketsโ€ of the cityโ€™s eclectic musical landscape, from noise shows to sound-system nights, has made him feel โ€œa lot more welcome than I did ten years agoโ€. He claims to have drawn increasingly from this, taking โ€œa lot more influence from trap and bass music due to being around more people doing it in really personal waysโ€. Compared to the โ€œlimp handshakeโ€ of contemporary guitar punk, he claims โ€œthatโ€™s where the punk isโ€ฆ thatโ€™s 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 โ€œugly, 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 โ€œis satireโ€; aside from any โ€œbratty 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 โ€œhelp some peopleโ€, providing โ€œa withdrawal, or a sponge for the bad shitโ€, he reflects on Serpent principally as โ€œsomething I had to doโ€: demanding its own creation without regard for any audience. โ€œIโ€™m not here to please people, but Iโ€™m pleased when I do.โ€

A satisfyingly large number of Matthew Loveridge albums are available via Bandcamp


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