Andy and Edwin White are two brothers who form the band Tonstartssbandht. They also have their respective solo projects, Andy Boay and Eola. They are near and dear to us over here at The Editorial Magazine. As documentation of the trajectory of their growth, the brothers share with us a collection of photos, notes and artifacts which observe their musical upbringing in Florida right on through to the New York years of present-day. You will also find a poem by friend and artist Jason Harvey, a rumination on his relationship to the brothers and their music. Thanks to Kendall Stephenson, Marilis Cardinal & Kiera McNally for additional photos. -Olivia Whittick
I think I have probably seen their band, Tonstartssbandht more than any other human on Earth like at least 900 times their music is really good if you haven’t heard it, I think you might like it it is like the music we will all make after capitalism finally collapses everyone is a pansexual wood nymph inhabiting the empty husks of former metropolises making DIY loft spaces they are like two giant super shredded Floridian swamp men playing a concert every night playing for everyone taking all the most deeply psychedelic elements in the canon of human music and mixing them all together everyone is dancing everyone is nude singing together everyones voices all as one soaring like a small bird growing into a larger bird reverberating from the mountain tops and through the valleys of abandoned buildings and malls through the shell of what once was a great empire, out into the universe
it sounds like you are driving in a very fast car on a highway by the ocean the sun is setting, it is the most beautiful sunset you or anybody has ever seen it is like the sun has smoked weed and is also high on DMT you have no shirt on the wind caresses your chest you are free you are everything and nothing all cops have died the highway stretches out before you empty full of potential
Tonstartssbandht Retrospective
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN ISSUE 12
Andy and Edwin White are two brothers who form the band Tonstartssbandht. They also have their respective solo projects, Andy Boay and Eola. They are near and dear to us over here at The Editorial Magazine. As documentation of the trajectory of their growth, the brothers share with us a collection of photos, notes and artifacts which observe their musical upbringing in Florida right on through to the New York years of present-day. You will also find a poem by friend and artist Jason Harvey, a rumination on his relationship to the brothers and their music. Thanks to Kendall Stephenson, Marilis Cardinal & Kiera McNally for additional photos. -Olivia Whittick
I think I have probably seen their band,
Tonstartssbandht more than any other human on Earth
like at least 900 times
their music is really good
if you haven’t heard it, I think you might like it
it is like the music we will all make after capitalism finally collapses
everyone is a pansexual wood nymph
inhabiting the empty husks of former metropolises
making DIY loft spaces
they are like two giant super shredded Floridian swamp men
playing a concert every night
playing for everyone
taking all the most deeply psychedelic elements
in the canon of human music
and mixing them all together
everyone is dancing
everyone is nude
singing together
everyones voices all as one
soaring like a small bird
growing into a larger bird
reverberating from the mountain tops
and through the valleys of abandoned buildings and malls
through the shell of what once was a great empire,
out into the universe
it sounds like you are driving in a very fast car
on a highway by the ocean
the sun is setting, it is the most beautiful sunset you or anybody has ever seen
it is like the sun has smoked weed and is also high on DMT
you have no shirt on
the wind caresses your chest
you are free
you are everything
and nothing
all cops have died
the highway stretches out before you empty
full of potential
-Jason Harvey