About The Band

BURNT SUGAR THE ARKESTRA CHAMBER was orig­i­nally con­ceived in 1999 as a forum for the New York area impro­vi­sa­tional musi­cian to com­pose, record and per­form mate­r­ial which reflects the breadth and depth of Amer­i­can dias­paran music in the 21st cen­tury.  The intent of the Arkestra Cham­ber, through the deploy­ment of Butch Morris’s con­duc­tion sys­tem, is to make every per­for­mance a fresh inter­pre­ta­tion of its con­stituent parts.

Rather than limit our­selves to the straight jack­ets that the com­mer­cial record­ing indus­try uses to mar­ket con­tem­po­rary Black Music, Burnt Sugar freely moves amongst many styles, eras and gen­res to devise its own excit­ing hybrids.  These hybrids are based on a solid foun­da­tion of var­i­ous musi­cal tra­di­tions and the use of cutting-edge music tech­nol­ogy.  In this sense the group mis­sion hon­ors its deep­est inspi­ra­tions, the first post-modernists of Amer­i­can music – Duke Elling­ton, Sun Ra, Par­lia­ment Funkadelic and The Art Ensem­ble of Chicago.

BURNT SUGAR is a ter­ri­tory band, a neo-tribal thang, a com­mu­nity hang, a soci­ety music guild aspir­ing to the con­di­tion of all that is molten, glacial, racial, spa­cial, oceanic, mythic, antiphonal and telepathic.

All our love to Chaka Khan, Nina Simone, George Clin­ton and the P-funk All Stars, Lady Day, Miles Davis, Eddy Hazel, A.R. Kane, Sun Ra, Jimi Hen­drix, Duke Elling­ton and Betty Davis for open­ing the gates of par­adise and push­ing us through.

Butch Morris’s Con­duc­tion Sys­tem for Orches­tral Impro­vi­sa­tion is the pre­ferred mode of chan­nel­ing for this Gotham based ensem­ble of pan-ethnic sound war­riors. Every­one of them is a bor­der cross­ing trans-national whether they’ll admit it or not.

Spon­ta­neous com­bus­tion being an occu­pa­tional haz­ard in Gotham, Burnt Sugar is how we keep it real, sur­real, arbo­real, aquatic, incen­di­ary. If only because we might be mis­taken for the world’s sec­ond fully impro­vi­sa­tional acid-funk band.

To quote Arthur Jafa, we don’t strive to be orig­i­nal, but Abo­rig­i­nal. Like the song­lines and the dream­ing, like Tracey Mof­fatt and The Last Wave, like Cubase and Cabrini Green. One foot in the pre­his­toric, the other in the post human. In this jour­ney, you’re the jour­nal and we’re the jour­nal­ists. Hous­ton, Hous­ton, do you read?