Spy Music Fest: Arthur Doyle
An essay and interview by Robert Peterson and Jim McHugh 
originally published in Tiny Mix Tapes (click to be taken to the article)


Arthur Doyle has dedicated his life to the singular musical purpose he calls “free jazz soul,” a form that knowingly and aggressively eradicates the constructed walls between the sub-genres that he has, throughout his long career, actively helped illuminate, progress, and define: bebop, free jazz, vocal soul music, punk, noise, and lo-fi. His dense, immediate mojo hits so heavy that he doesn’t so much blur the lines of these designations as render them utterly useless; truly, this ain’t no mental exercise, no postmodern intellectual attempt at illuminating semiotic meaninglessness or some shit like that. Arthur’s soulfulness — his sheer in-the-momentness — provides the center of gravity from which these multifarious expressions spring, and for this reason, they feel natural as can be, unfettered by burdensome over-thinking, unplanned as sunlight suddenly splitting a storm cloud and warming your skin…..

Spy Music Fest: Arthur Doyle
An essay and interview by Robert Peterson and Jim McHugh
originally published in Tiny Mix Tapes (click to be taken to the article)


Arthur Doyle has dedicated his life to the singular musical purpose he calls “free jazz soul,” a form that knowingly and aggressively eradicates the constructed walls between the sub-genres that he has, throughout his long career, actively helped illuminate, progress, and define: bebop, free jazz, vocal soul music, punk, noise, and lo-fi. His dense, immediate mojo hits so heavy that he doesn’t so much blur the lines of these designations as render them utterly useless; truly, this ain’t no mental exercise, no postmodern intellectual attempt at illuminating semiotic meaninglessness or some shit like that. Arthur’s soulfulness — his sheer in-the-momentness — provides the center of gravity from which these multifarious expressions spring, and for this reason, they feel natural as can be, unfettered by burdensome over-thinking, unplanned as sunlight suddenly splitting a storm cloud and warming your skin…..