I’m a gross machine…
I’m in love with ghosts.

-Matthew Dear

prepare! mr. dear is back.

"Matthew Dear’s Black City can’t be found on any map. It’s a composite, an imaginary metropolis peopled by desperate cases, lovelorn souls, and amoral motives. Like most literary Gothams, Black City is a place to love and hate, as seedy as a nightclub’s back room and as addictive as heroin.

Matthew Dear, the musician, may live in New York City, but the Matthew Dear of
Black City inhabits a sound-world unlike any other: a monument to the shadowy side of urban life that bumps and creaks, shudders and wakes up screaming in the middle of the night."