"I've heard Les Monte playing during long nights at a little,quite deserted holiday-camp on top of a browngreen hill. It was a blend of voices, grainy electronics, snatches of hypnotic samples all mixed with a lot of warm acoustic stuff. Wasn't it in autumn? I remember a typical slice of that spicy, grounded autumn smell hovering through the clear cold night. "Anyway,what I've heard made me think of that obscure David Lynch movie Lost Highway. It had a certain kind of haunting mood like eavesdropping at your inner turmoil. It also made me think of coming home after an alcoholic night trying to meet the daybreak. Of something waiting to happen. And I know this could sound a bit too abstract but how to find proper words for music?"

 

I saw Les Monte