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the day is finally here - Selfless, my new album, is now officially out on Constellation Records. this is my first physical release, and with a label - not only can you hear my album, you can actually own a copy this time!

you can hear the album here - https://jonivoid.bandcamp.com/album/selfless and purchase a copy here - http://cstrecords.com/cst125/

eternal love and gratitude to Natalie, Ayuko, Ogun and Ky, for making the songs exist, and to Constellation for making the album happen - and a multitude of other friends that would take forever to list, who have supported me and this album during the process, and helped its existence.

i hope you'll feel this album - it is a much more cathartic, abstract, dark approach to my music, compared to my previous output, but definitely is more cohesive, conceptual and thematic. it is more of a work of editing and collage than musical composition/traditional song-writing. the album is intended to represent an out-of-body experience, through any means necessary - music, cinema, art, death, drugs, mental or physical illness... it is a "projection", in the various meanings of the word. despite the title, it is definitely a very personal, very thought-out body of work, filled with meanings and details that are hidden in multiple layers of subjectivity.

oh and i've gotten more press today than in my 7 previous years of making music lol

this one is very special - today also happens to be Delia Derbyshire's 80th birthday, which you might know is my personal goddess, so this is the most wonderful coincidence I could ask for. for the occasion, The Quietus are premiering a Selfless outtake, Li De La, which is (almost) entirely made from a Delia Derbyshire piece, "Circle Of Light", and the title is one of her pseudonyms. So if the album wasn't enough for you, here's an extra song, along with some words from me about Delia and her impact in my life http://thequietus.com/articl…/22352-jean-cousin-is-joni-void

Boomkat have a really spot-on thought-out review of the album https://boomkat.com/…/selfless-822a3f88-706d-40ae-a556-da61…

“sometimes i hate to think that i exist in other people's heads to think that there are nonconsensual perceptions of me that i have scarcely any control of fashioning i am shaped by their past, not mine

shaped by the light shining forth from every mother's womb into that of the earth which is a different tone for everybody and casts their life ethereally accordingly to the hue that this ray has taken

Camus wrote that we exist as these dichotomies - who we believe ourselves to be and what we are perceived as the latter reminds me of the fruit whose beginning and whose end is forgotten because people only fare attention to it's ripening, when it is ready for the taking presented prettily and perfectly, when its at it's most fruitful so to speak when you can get the most from it

but do you know what a lime tree looks like in the spring? have you ever thought about the juxtaposition of the apple pit in the plastic bag? does it make you feel anything?

sometimes i hate to think that I make other people feel that my mother has shed tears for me i remember some nights ago rolling a spliff mind trance-like, rambling i saw her hands in my own and recognized her voice in mine sometimes I wonder if i'm easy to forget my hands my words

whenever it so happens that i catch a stranger's gaze on the street i try my best to smile and dreamily wonder whether they too feel rapture from ephemeral connections i like to linger on the impressions of those to whom i exist merely as a body cloaked in cloth, abstracted minds, earbuds spewing indeterminacy, kicking salt stained boots forth trying not to slip on ice they'll remember me so simply, so simply as i remember them, as i've invented them

isn't it strange that we can fall in love with the idea of someone? isn't it strange that everyone you know, you don't really know. you've painted a picture of them in your head, picasso-like fragments of reality and everyone you know exists differently to everyone else like schrodinger's cat, do i exist if you cannot see me? is it really me that you'll remember then?

i think in order to know someone, you must have seen them all alone or have some notion of that rawness when they're waking stretching dancing in the morning truthful still naked still dazed in dreams while coffee coats their singing tongue