2016
If you were to compare Cameron’s solo performances with the sound of his band Seekae, you might come to the conclusion that the Australian has a split personality. While Seekae, a mover and shaker among bands like Mount Kimbie and Gold Panda, has excelled in the conciliatory post-dubstep department, Cameron has found his solitary, and fabulous, way to either himself or—better yet—his acting talent. Optically the perfect union of Bowie and Buscemi, Cameron’s solo persona wears the alternating masks of dubious crooner, velvet-jacketed rhythm dictator, and pixelated webmaster. Classy songs, mean man. Cameron broods over his golden microphone and drum machine presets as if Alan Vega, Nick Cave, and Falco were melding into one creature in the owl-haunted shadows of Twin Peaks. Cameron makes well-aimed musical references and acts as a poised vessel—it’s the star waist-deep in mid-life crisis, the coked-out, cagey late works, that interest him: the crumbling second act of the 1988 Cohen (“I’m Your Man”) or the ’85 Springsteen (“I’m On Fire”). Glamour and decay are a match made in heaven. Between us, Alex is actually a sweetheart—he’s simply taking care of business.

2018 Super Sunday
Alex, you’ve come a long way. And you too, Roy. But hey, both of you, keep your feet on the ground. You two fellas know how to do that. You got a voice, you got a saxophone, you got a full band behind you. Let’s face it: what more do you fellas need? Just remember where you’re from, Alex. I still remember the day: Torstraßen Festival 2016. Gaststätte Prassnik. Now that was a show. That was the moment we knew, Alex, you were gonna be someone. And you too, Roy. Boy, were we bang on. Pitchfork. Guardian. The German newspapers. The cat’s out of the bag, Alex. I’d say it’s safe to say that. On the road with the Killers, cozyin up with Angel Olsen, big man in New York. Hell, Alex, the whole darn Big Apple knows your face. You hit the big time, Alex. And you too, Roy, you too. Always around, that Roy. You betcha there still are some good songs around. You make real honest songs, Alex. Honest songs about dishonest men. About villains and cheats. About criminals, down-and-outs, drunks, the greasy ones, the macho pig types. It’s good what you’re doing with the songs. And with the guys in the songs. It’s real smart, Alex. And Roy, same goes for you. Sure does have a way with the saxophone, that Roy. He’s a keeper, Alex. Roy’s a good one.