Establishing an origin story for this archetypical producer is an effort in progress, as most biographical details are scarce. Once rumoured to have been raised by a convent of extra-dimensional wizards in a subterranean ice bunker, Sven has since dispelled these claims as hearsay by staking his claim on the City of Toronto. While the man himself remains mysterious, his catalogue of records thus far have given us, his dedicated followers, great insight into the mysteries of music and sound. Any effort to subject Sven’s sound to a written description would be foolish and irresponsible. Our language simply does not have the words. That being said, it is acceptable to characterize his songs as being unlike anything you have ever heard before. Attempting to describe his creative process is also not an easy task. To say that Sven is an absolute whirlwind of creativity in the studio would be a compliment to whirlwinds. Some say that it is madness, others that it is pure, heavenly, divine inspiration which guides his sonic wand of creation. Having released records with such labels as Dirtybird, Trippy Ass Technologies, and Dumb Fat, Sven continues to earn the favourable regard of artists and aural aficionados alike. Having immersed himself in the studio routine, the library of exceptional music waiting to be released is of encyclopedic proportion. Ask your favourite artist and they’ll tell you, the best of Sven is yet to come.