Born in Detroit, Wexton spent years playing keyboards for jazz, alternative, industrial and Goth bands, a period during which he was known to have opened shows for such diverse acts as Zeni Geva, Nine Inch Nails, Neurosis and Alien Sex Fiend.
Young master Wexton left the Motor City in 1996 and roamed the country, alighting for periods in San Francisco and Nashville, before settling in Los Angeles.
In the City of Angels, Wexton embraced his hoodoo destiny and transformed himself into the Voodoo Organist in 2000, and since then he has been casting his spell on unsuspecting listeners from behind his gloriously vintage-sounding organ.
Wexton's unique organ style--the sound of a Sunday-morning church service in Hell's own roller rink--issues from a Leslie speaker. You know, that's the one that has a mechanically rotating horn inside to create those chilling madhouse sounds.
The Voodoo Organist's solo arrangements are augmented with bass pedals, synthesizers, samplers, various percussion and the theremin. Over this heady concoction and against pleasantly canned beats, he growls and barks in convincing post-ironic fashion.
The Voodoo Organist formed Witch Doctor Records this past spring to release his debut solo album, Exotic Demotic Blues, and, according to Wexton's mission statement, "to reissue vintage organ exotic and space-age pop albums."
Exotic Demotic Blues is packed with potent tunes, such as "I'm Goin' Down," "Kabam!" and "She's Got (Mambo) Soul," which alternately recall the fabulous Hawkins, the brilliant Mexican exotica composer Juan Garcia Esquivel, the music from Disney's Haunted Mansion and an acid trip in a Latin-music lounge.
The music of the Voodoo Organist is the sound you hear in the depths of night, as your consciousness deliciously teeters between wakefulness and sleep. Whether it's a dream or a nightmare is up to the listener.