Constellation began releasing experimental rock music in Montreal in 1997, seeking to enact a mode of cultural production that critiques the worst tendencies of the music industry, artistic commodification, and perhaps in some tiny way, the world at large.  We have attempted to evolve one possible model for the recovery of an independent music ethic, hoping to summon some real sense of indie rock in spite of its reduction to a branded slogan through corporate co-optation, its laissez-faire attitude towards the market and the means of production, and all the facile irony that helps pave the path for these content-negating trends.

Together with the musicians who release records on the label, we have worked to rekindle a critical rock music cognisant of geography and social conditions; to reflect these concerns both musically and practically by building self-sufficient local structures for performing, recording and releasing work; to hold fast to the beautiful promise of independent rock as a perpetually nascent musical form capable of uncertain, unstable, unassimilable, untarnished transmissions. 

This is our 'post-rock' -- a term that must be construed politically in equal measure to its referencing of some diffuse 'instrumental' or 'deconstructed' musical aesthetic.  'Indie rock' was never a genre and its bastardisation as an aesthetic category was one of countless elegant corporate-intellectual coups during the 1990s.  Sadly, all too many hipper-than-now taste-makers were happily complicit, ready to replace 'indie' with 'post' and thus help extinguish any abiding concern about the economies that ground and contextualise rock music.  So fuck post-rock, and the smooth untroubled consumption it enables. Independent rock as a utopic analogue for social organisation is our mandate.

The world has not changed. Evil cowards rule the world and terror prevails on all sides.  We go on mucking about with instruments and cardboard and test pressings and distribution deals in ways that we hope will avoid or at least minimise corruption of the work, all the while knowing our freedom to do so is soaked in the blood of innocents.  Music means very very little in all of this, but if it can somehow speak to THIS, we humanise ourselves a little along the way.