I’ve decided that it is impossible to describe with any kind of exactitude, the talent that is reade MCCARDELL. he is so good that he makes me want to do terrible, dangerous things to myself, just to balance the scales of the universe. I would slit my wrists with a comb, he’s so good. jab lemon-soaked needles into my pupils. I would go to the store, buy myself a bottle of that nantucket juice, break open the bottle and dig with the broken bits of glass at the sensitive area beneath my fingernails. reade’s music is so brilliant that I feel the desperate urge to slip my tongue into my toaster and set it to ‘darkest.’ as soon as I’m done writing this I’m going to use an apple peeler to slowly remove all the skin from both of my shins. and when you’re done listening to all that he has to offer, I’m sure you will join me…
reade is a member of the band FRESH CUT SALADS. and he hosts a radio program called FEWSH every monday at 6:00 (that’s the six reserved for people on the east coast of the americas—everyone else will be forced to do some math).
here is just a puny sampling of his work—a genius soundtrack to the first feature film I worked on (a not-so-genius film):
When Johnny Died
Track 1 - The Big One
Track 2 - Managing
Track 3 - Ho'r Douvre
Track 4 - Portion 1
Track 5 - Prequel
Track 6 - Sequel
Track 7 - A Shame
Track 8 - When Johnny Died