

Beneath the streets the tree roots grow - under the pavement the beech - and the tarmac warps into unexpected new shapes. In a mud walled house in the Atlas mountains solar panels power a small TV. The cars computer assisted brakes work at sixty times a second and on the steel discs small flowers of rust grow. In the deep quietitude of space hum drum emails bounce from satellite to satellite, sent to a steel and glass cityscape from a laptop on a beach.
The is the world of Oojah, the warm earth and the sharp crackle of the digital age in symbiosis.
Oojah is the music of Vicky, Ben and Jesus Jones main man* Mike, the sound of constant flux between two forms that the 21st century has made happy bedfellows. Music that evolves as zeroes and ones from one digital audio workstation to another but is hammered out on acoustic guitar, stories of love and loss made more warm, more vibrant and more poignant as the backdrop morphs between crystalline bytes and organic forms.
This is Oojah.
Mikes' other stuff - Jesus Jones
Vickys' other stuff
- solo