I have this eerie feeling that by the time I'm 33, reality will not exist in the same plane as it did before. It's cool but also a little creepy.

Memory is just as much of an instrument as anything else in music, so I wanted to create soundscapes that are evocative of places that only exist in your head - that's where the fun, psychedelic stuff happens anyway.

I subscribe to the idea that personality is like a muscle, and sometimes you have to let it go limp and detach yourself from any associations.

Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not.

We really are living in the era that all this sci-fi literature and cinema was centered around, but it's not anything like what we envisioned it to be. It's almost like there's too much choice.

There's a very distinct difference between a really wonderful DIY label and a soft drink company, or a car company, or a clothing brand, and you will always understand that difference.

I think the Internet has a way of coaching you into this state of mind where you think that every step you make needs to completely supersede the last.