Alex Paxton, born in Manchester in 1990, is a composer and improvising-trombonist. He studied jazz and composition in London at the Royal Academy of Music and the Royal College of Music.
Awards include an Ivor Novello Composer Award, Ernst von Siemens Composer Prize, Paul Hindemith Prize, Claussen-Simon Composition Prize and the Royal Philharmonic Society Composition Prize.
Alex has released three critically acclaimed albums: “Music for Bosch People” (Birmingham Record Company/NMC Recordings), “ilolli-pop” (non classical) and “Happy Music for Orchestra” (Delphian).
Alex describes his music “like minimal but loads more notes like video-games but with more song like jazz but much more gay like old music but more current like yummy sweet but more stick like paint but more scratch like tapestry but filthily like prayer but more loud like loud groove and more rude like fingers and faces too but somehow more smelly like smelly things cooking with more chew and change like louder prayers that groove with like stinking-hot-pink in poo-brown but even more desperate-like than that like drums and Dream Musics …”
Upcoming projects include new commissions for Klangforum Wien and Neue Vocalsolisten Stuttgart, WDR Sinfonieorchester, NDR Elbphilharmonie Orchester, Wigmore Hall, Ensemble Modern (Now! Festival, Philharmonie Essen), as well as three new portrait albums with ensembles including the London Sinfonietta and Riot Ensemble.
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improvising continuously intensive details. Improvements. Biological fiction. Still…you gotta keep moving aintcha? *(Lipsmacks)* Guts pulled at gibet, 1st swimming lesson. Drones hold their entrails runin’ all over the bloody place - batty. Tiny scales on the window sill boiled in death-throw-frozen-still nipple-legs PLEEEASE maybe a trade for something better still, here’s to hopin’, metamorphy and maybe some soul-transmigrationary sewn on broadsheetglossy-stuffed tights or…better still…jam today jam today jam today jam today…smells well bad but feels good held against YOUR TONGUE sizzles popping-candy chocolate spangles. Trying new things: midi-fresco tattoo meanly stained on mid an.alBUM didn’t know YOUR LOVER wanted until it flows, wept into the sheets. Bosch machine spinnin’on extrahot EP heartsichord in concert with…oh!…and that nice fuzzy YOUR-MOM-still-laughin’ feelin’ streamin’ Ye olde-sitcom song…just when you thought you’d get round to the washingup then damn n blast your goggly eyes, its pudding time again! Steamed
Alex Paxton