Interview with Jon Foxx as he creates his first soundtrack for The Machine Stops


Louder Than War has already written about two musical re-interpretations of E. M Forsters ‘the Machine Stops’ by Penetration and Hawkwind.   Now John Foxx, rightly revered as one of the greats of British electronica,  has written his first soundtrack for the world premiere of The Machine Stops at York Theatre Royal.  Paul Clarke finds out why he was attracted to this project.

John Foxx is one of pioneers of British electronic music and now he has created his first soundtrack for the world première E M Forster’s sci-fi classic The Machine Stops.

Foxx made his name as the founder of Ultravox before they went mainstream, and now he joins forces with Pilot Theatre to score the stage version of Forster’s chilling 1909 short story that predicted the Internet and explores our increasingly complex relationship with technology that is in danger of dominating our lives.

This production will be directed by York Theatre Royal’s Associate Director Juliet Forster and Foxx has worked with analogue synth specialist Benge on the soundtrack. The result is a challenging score reflecting a dystopian world as humans have retreated far underground and where some are questioning their total dependency on technology to live and communicate with each other.

So, John, what attracted you to this project?

The story and Juliet’ Forster’s complete commitment as director.

What was your inspiration for writing this score?

That great theme of machines going wrong and the way we can often devise our own demise. Plus the opportunity of working with Benge again.

How did the relationship with Benge develop?

We appeared in the same edition of an Electronic Music magazine so I thought he might be an interesting guy to work with. Lot of attitudes in common. Apparently he thought the same so we got in touch, then got to work. Been at it ever since. He’s got the best synth collection in the world.

How challenging was creating this score and what can people expect?

It all went along without any problems. We wanted to make something immersive that would oppress and transport at the appropriate points. Proper machine music. There are a few extreme frequencies here and there.

Cynics might say how does a work written in 1909 speak to us today?

Oh, It has an awful lot to say as it is one of the most astonishingly prescient stories in science fiction. How could something written around 1900 possibly predict the internet? Incredible. Not only that, but it points up some of the problems with that type of communication, too. Even more incredible.

You are also releasing a new album at the same time as the play so was it difficult to keep separate head space for the two projects?

No – I seem to work all the time and use most of it. Being in the studio with Benge doesn’t actually feel like work, anyway. More like some slightly skewed laboratory experiment. We’re in there with the electrodes, creating artificial life.

People can make music on their phone these days so do you think technology has freed us or made us slaves to our devices?

We are all cyberserfs now. Digital components in a virtual matrix. Computers are the new factories. The fact you can keep them in your pocket simply means you can’t walk away from them.Since drones came along, I’m attempting a Post-Digital existence. Just gave my iPhone away – now I can breathe again.


The Machine Stops will open at York Theatre Royal from the 13 May to 4 June

The Point, Eastleigh,  8 – 9th June

New Theatre Royal, Portsmouth 10- 11th June

and then the Platform Shift + festival in Budapest

The play will then be re-staged for an extensive tour in 2017.

More info and tickets available from here. Pilot Theatre  website.

All words by Paul Clarke. You can find more of Paul’s writing on Louder Than War at his author’s archive.

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