Edgardo Moreno was spiritually born in a cross fire coup d’etat. The child of music, politics and tragic revolutionary dreams. Loudly banging on tables and chairs from an early age his parents failed to see the potential noise that was emerging and told him to be quiet. Only much later was this energy  channeled into music. Now there is little in the way and his compositions are a mix of influences and styles that only he understands but that anyone can move butt to.

He writes  for film, television, modern dance and theatre.

These compositions have been called…

 ‘Compelling…strongly integrated score.’ The Washington Post.

 ‘…beautiful and haunting’ Globe and Mail, Toronto.

 ‘Ominous, threatening, driven and haunting.’ The Gazette, Montreal.

 ‘richly textured’ The Toronto Star,

 ‘…dreamy and film like’ Eye Magazine,

 …‘…fucking right on!’… by a drunk after a show.

 ‘…grating, loud and repetitive’ some paper in Europe (forgotten name).