Five Questions for Green Andy

After being in metal bands for years, what made you want to go solo and create your less than conventional compositions?
I can't play any instruments, and I don't like shopping for band members.

What is your recording process like from conception to completion?
I write up a page full of song titles, then I pick my favorite one. The title decides what KIND of song it's going to be. After that, the only worry is whether or not I'm using one instrument too much, like a flute or a bass or something. I worry about things like that. I don't want to be known as "Mr. Flute" or "Mr. Bongos", so I try to space out the instrument usage a bit.

Is music your only outlet of expression? Any side-projects?
I'm writing a treatment for a murder mystery film, but that's about it. And that's really for the money more than anything.

What would you consider a musical "success?"
Not having to pay for tattoos anymore because I'm such a goddamn star.

Are you in it for the money or the babes?
Oh, absolutely the money. It would just be depressing to find out that not even rock stardom could get me a date.

- Finding Datura Zine
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Green Andy has an interesting aesthetic: He prefers doing everything in one take, doesn't like going on endlessly (most of his songs clock in at less than two minutes), and doesn't like shoveling tons of stuff onto a CD just because there's room for it. The songs themselves (there's an even ten of them here) are loud, frequently distorted blasts of rhythm and cryptic instrumentation that lean heavily towards repetition and unexpected movements from one kind of sounds to another. This is fractured sound-collage dementia, like something you'd hear from a band on Load Records but far more concentrated (and sometimes far more intense -- Andy's a fan of gut-busting volume hell). Cool, concentrated, and presented in a manner that gets the idea across with each song, then moves on to the next without overdoing things. It's an interesting approach, and one worth checking out.

- Dead Angel Zine (review of THE MAYBE PILE)

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The poop sheet says it more succinctly than I ever will: "CORRECT is a 16-minute assault of non-musical character pieces. After years in various metal bands, Green Andy has gone solo, armed with dozens of instruments he has no intention of learning how to play. The product is a mess of keyboards, guitar, toy instruments, and percussion. Recorded digitally at extremely low resolution, this release redefines "lo-fi" for the 21st century." I am here to tell you now that absolutely every word of this is true, although it's surprisingly more musical than you'd expect, in a grotesquely deformed sort of way. I have a feeling there is no middle ground here: you will either find this entertaining for its high irritation quotient and thoroughly diseased sound, or you will find it the most unlistenable and heave-inducing pile of poo imaginable. It probably helps to be down with the whole damaged-keyboard/minimalist noise-of-annoyance scene that seems to be forming...I'm not sure I'm completely down with this wild heap o' grue myself, but I totally worship the awesomely fucked-into-heaviness sound he gets in places and the fact that while it claims to be only sixteen minutes, it appears to last for all eternity. Anybody who can make an album this obnoxious deserves to be venerated and feared. Really, how can you not like a guy who can come up with a title as great as "Paint Hard"? I dare you to listen to this.

- Dead Angel Zine (review of CORRECT)

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Green Andy's Correct is not music – it is a biological weapon! It is crude, dirty, defective, minimalist, avant-garde noise – if Lyme disease had a soundtrack, it would be this album. Put Green Andy in your ears, and your life will start falling apart faster than you can say Spongiform Encephalopathy. The best way to describe the “songs” on Correct is not to describe instrumentation, or to reflect on the lyrics – no, the best way is to describe what the songs would sound like if they represented some of most horrible moments in your life. Knife Goddess is the sound of DYFUS taking your children from you, and giving them to an abusive foster family. Countryside sounds like a hernia operation without anesthesia. Mastodon is like having psoriasis on your balls. Despair is the sound of having to change your brother's diaper. And your brother is 47 years old. Paint Hard is like having someone puke in your car. Informazioni is the sound of your urologist counting your genital warts. Scream About Symbol is the sound of getting all F's on your report card, and your Mom doesn't love you any more. Angel Fashion is the sound of being trapped in an overturned spurt utility vehicle in some ditch in New Jersey for 37 hours. Trap Maybe is like finding out your girlfriend likes Creed and she's pregnant. More Ghost is like finding a long black hair in your birthday cake, and a scab in your ice cream. Full In Can is like your girlfriend asking you if her ass looks big in her new jeans for the 197th time. It is also like getting a root canal. And Magnetosphere is the sound of your condom breaking, or having $13,000 dollars in credit card debt. Green Andy's Correct is an aural Weapon of Mass Destruction. It should be popular in caves, torture chambers and spider holes everywhere.

- Legends Magazine (review of CORRECT)