musicforvoyeurs began on morphine and crutches, when a vicious accident left Rick unable to walk. When he came out of hospital, he taught himself to play the piano and found his old guitars, something to get him through a housebound London winter.

Sleepless with pain, he found solace in the lost souls and lost hours of a darkened world where no one sleeps, gazing in despair at religious zealots begging to save you at four in the morning through the television screen. musicforvoyeurs is melancholy and loss, a cruel bite on unrequited love and the tragic despair of passion.

Imagine the ghostly spirit of Sparklehorse haunting Eluvium’s loops,
the Boards of Canada snorting mephedrone with The Cure, Magnet and
The Pet Shop Boys, My Bloody Valentine crying on the shoulder of Max Richter

Links:

Rick Senley Photography

Rick Senley's Blog

Moustache Man

I Am A Man With A St Tropez Tan