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Hey, for anyone at Rolling Stone — I haven’t been contacted yet for winning last week. What’s up?

3 out of 3..Mordy…good luck on the festival entry…make space for me

This sux pubes

Apparently Mordy is unstoppable. Congrats dude.

It’s 319 words, they specifically said 315 max…

that is shit

go mordy, you ARE the man!

Is this better than these? Judge for yourself.

Rather than amplify an instrument he plays with his hands, Portland dark ambient artist Daniel Menche amplifies his hands—and his throat, chest, neck and skull. In fact, as Menche sat alone on stage last Sunday backlit by red light, it seemed as though I might have actually been inside the veins and arteries that throbbed over the best sound system in Portland at the Doug Fir Lounge.

And inside Menche’s circulatory system—where the roughly 75 audience members stood—the Dane in his late 30s screamed through a mouth held at angles you’ve probably only seen in comic books. His shouts were barely audible over the looping pulses gleaned from contact mics and running through a glowing machine at his feet.

It’s true that he /was/ seated throughout the performance, but Menche’s 30 or 40-minute stay in that chair was about as aggressive as a kickboxing match of equal length. Dressed in a suit, his shoulders made points as he pounded his chest with both fists and as he cupped tiny microphones to his throat and heaved and kicked.

Members of the crowd migrated toward the three-foot stage as if in trances, while during the preceding set by the four-piece drum circle/noise group A Minority of One, they sat sparsely throughout the large club, crossing their jacketed arms. But just as Menche’s performance seemed it would escalate in intensity endlessly, he killed all the loops he had going, leaving only the sound of his by-now hoarse scream. And then came the most shocking part of the show—an earnest and warm smile in response to the applause.

Perhaps wary they would not see the often reclusive (though renown for the past decade in electronic and noise circles in both hemispheres) perform again soon, the crowd cheered incessantly for an encore. Menche simply laughed, sang a few bars of “I’ve Seen All Good People” by Yes, and walked offstage.