Photo by María CarbonellSinger · Songwriter
Guitarist · Arranger · Performer
Where sound becomes space. Luminous, restless, unexpected, stirring and provocative. Liminal.
Biography
Selina Martin has spent nearly three decades refusing to be one kind of artist, and it's precisely that refusal that defines her craft. Raised in Pakenham, Ontario, Canada, she grew up in a childhood soundtracked by campfires and memorably, roller discos. She's told the story of a preteen epiphany hearing Rush's "The Spirit of Radio" at a roller rink in Kanata, lights flashing, and music so loud. It's a moment she would return to decades later when she recorded her own sparse, subversive cover of that song.
Photo by Tom MeienburgHer path into music ran through the theatre. Martin moved to Toronto in the 1990s to study drama at the University of Toronto, and after graduating co-founded Bald Ego Theatre with playwright Adam Nashman, poet Stan Rogal and actor Lisa Ryder. That theatrical grounding has remained a core feature of her work. Critics consistently point to the vividness of her storytelling and the sheer command of her stage presence as inseparable from her songwriting. Exclaim! (CAN) has noted that Selina's writing and performative character draw directly on her skills as a stage actor and storyteller. Even her day jobs have been theatrical: she has worked with the University of Toronto's Standardized Patient Program, performing one-person "medical plays" — scripted patient roles used to help health professionals practise and refine their skills.
Photo by Matthias ScheeleMartin's apprenticeship in music came inside Toronto's nineties' eccentric indie scene. From 1995 to 1999 she played in Bob Wiseman's band, handling guitar, bass, accordion, theremin, wine glasses and found objects. This multi-instrumental resourcefulness became a signature of her performance. She released her debut, Space Woman, in 1998 and began touring Canada and Europe. Over the following years Selina became a fixture of a musical community that included the Rheostatics, Martin Tielli, Dave Bidini's Bidiniband, NQ Arbuckle, Veda Hille, Justin Rutledge and Amelia Curran. With Bidini, Tielli and Vancouver's Ford Pier, she wrote and recorded the music for the theatrical production Five Hole: Tales of Hockey Erotica, which also became an album and an animated short, and she co-wrote the score for the documentary Act of God with Bidini, Tielli and Fred Frith. She also remains an occasional member of the experimental electronic collective The Faceless Forces of Bigness.
Photo by Lisa MacIntoshEach of her five albums marks a deliberate reinvention. Life Drawing Without Instruction (2005) showcased her range, from supple, lilting songs to swaggering anthems. Disaster Fantasies (2010) was her rock statement: the Ottawa Citizen named it one of the ten best albums of the year, and it landed on the Globe and Mail's Polaris Prize picks, with critic Michael Barclay calling it the most underrated Canadian album of its year. 2015's i've been picking caruso's brain; i think i have the information we need to make a new world moved her into sharp experimental Euro-pop territory, drawing comparisons to Björk. Martin coined her own term for it: "post-pop," which she described as simple pop songs made to sound broken, mixing written material with improvisation from players like cellist Peggy Lee and saxophonist Brodie West.
Photo by Ivan OtisThe boldest chapter began when she left Canada for France. The move was itself a kind of artistic experiment: '...to explore loneliness as one of the cornerstones of the human condition'. Then the pandemic delivered more solitude than anyone bargained for. The result was Time Spent Swimming (2022), an album whose title she has explained as being about being between states or places... floating, limbo, waiting; but also about the meditative reprieve of floating in the sea. Sonically it's her most expansive work, fusing organic instrumentation, samples, field recordings, physical synths, plug-ins and vocal improvisation into something she resists naming and critics can't quite pin down. Words like electro-post-rock, art-pop, experimental pop float around. The reception was emphatic: the album debuted at #1 on the NACC college radio charts in the US, Spill Magazine called it fascinating and hard to categorize, and European press placed her in the lineage of Laurie Anderson, Kate Bush, PJ Harvey and Talking Heads. She now lives and works in Spain.
Photo by Lisa MacIntoshWhat holds this restless catalogue together is a coherent philosophy. Martin talks about songwriting almost mystically: songs, she says, will often tell her what's going on rather than the other way around; they're sometimes psychic. But that intuition is paired with rigour and patience: Her song ‘Rape During Wartime’ is a danceable, two‑chord Talking Heads homage about sexual violence in armed conflict that took eight years to write. She's equally unguarded about the economics of the life she's chosen, describing the struggle to maintain artistic integrity while making the work financially viable without resorting to writing commercial pop.
"I have absolutely no intention of repeating myself."
Photo by Tom MeienburgShe makes a point of bringing shows to small towns as well as big cities. Growing up in rural Ontario meant exposure to international culture only came if someone drove her into Ottawa. Her 2023 Canadian run wound through modest BC venues as well as the usual big‑city stops. She was invited by Tom Holliston of legendary Canadian art‑punks NoMeansNo to tour the EU in 2018, leading to multiple subsequent tours together across Europe and Canada, and she continues to collaborate widely, including with John Wright’s post‑NoMeansNo project Dead Bob.
The essence of Selina Martin might be this: she is a songwriter first — melodic, literate, emotionally direct — who treats every other convention as negotiable. Traditional forms of music, she has argued, no longer convey what it feels like to live in the world, so she keeps building new ones. "Sound is potential," she writes; "I believe you have to take risks in order to make art." Nearly thirty years in, she remains what the best critics have always called her: not comparable, but singular.
Photo by @fotolocationally
Photo by Lisa MacIntosh
Photo by Ivan OtisMusic
Twenty-five years of genre-defying records — from "catchy weirdo rock-pop" to art-pop masterwork. All streaming now on Bandcamp.
Full discography →"Time Spent Swimming shoots into the stratosphere"Exclaim!, CAN
"Album of the Year! '...caruso's brain..' tops the list of NBT radio's best albums of 2015."Köln, DE
"If Feist totally rocked out, it might sound like Disaster Fantasies. One of the 10 best albums of the year"Ottawa Citizen
"Selina Martin has the voice of a thrift-shop angel and the eye of an eagle circling over its prey"★★★★ The Globe & Mail
"I could not stop thinking that Jane Siberry had wed Elvis Costello and Tom Waits performed the service"the Humm
A musician-run co-op marketplace — Selina keeps 100% of every sale, no platform cut.
Shop on Subvert →Live
Joshua Blues Club, Como IT · video by Paola Seregni
Karman Festival, Augsburg DE · @fotolocationally
Karman Festival, Augsburg DE · @fotolocationally
Dordrecht NL · photo by Romeomayor
Karman Festival, Augsburg DE · @fotolocationally
Valthermond NL · photo by Josetta Mellies
Karman Festival, Augsburg DE · @fotolocationally
Dordrecht NL · photo by Yvo Van der Vat
Valthermond NL · photo by Josetta Mellies
Karman Festival, Augsburg DE · @fotolocationally
Szeged HU · photo by Norbert Höffler
Valthermond NL · photo by Josetta Mellies
Karman Festival, Augsburg DE · @fotolocationally
Dordrecht NL · photo by Yvo Van der Vat
Tuczno PL · photo by Jacek Mójta
A38, Budapest HU · photo by Claudia Buzzetti
Lido Club, Vancouver CA · photo by Gordon E. McCaw
CEX, Valencia ES · photo by María Carbonell
Almonte Town Hall, Almonte CAN · video by Bernard Fraser
Photos: @fotolocationally (Karman Festival, Augsburg DE) · Romeomayor & Yvo Van der Vat (Dordrecht NL) · Josetta Mellies (Valthermond NL) · Norbert Höffler (Szeged HU) · Jacek Mójta (Tuczno PL) · Gordon E. McCaw (Vancouver CA) · Claudia Buzzetti (A38, Budapest HU) · María Carbonell (CEX, Valencia ES)
Videos: Jack Burton (La Fabrica de Hielo, Valencia ES) · Paola Seregni (Joshua Blues Club, Como IT) · Bernard Fraser (Almonte Town Hall, Almonte CAN)
Press
Photo & Video Gallery →"the voice of a thrift-shop angel and the eye of an eagle circling over its prey"The Globe & Mail, CAN
"sounds like a never-released collaboration between Peter Gabriel and Björk"Fidelity, DE
"Martin pulls off something Kate Bushingly theatrical and epic"NOW Magazine, Toronto CAN
★★★★★The Music Express, CAN
"walks between Laurie Anderson, Brian Eno — flirts with Kate Bush and Amanda Palmer"Musikreviews, DE
"Aural Visionary"100.3 SoundFM, CAN
#1
NACC 200 Chart · Top Debut
January 2023 · Time Spent Swimming
"in the same league as Björk and PJ Harvey"Münstersche Zeitung, DE
"This is a recording that not only bears repeated listens; it rewards each hearing with new revelations of an astonishing depth"Roots Music Canada
"Thrilling"Actua News, FR
"five-stars — I found time between gigs to write this review because the record is so good"West End Phoenix, CAN
"One of the most intriguing songwriters in Toronto"Vish Khanna · CBC Radio 3
"Top Albums of 2022"The Globe & Mail, CAN
Photo by Tom Meienburg
Photo by Tom Meienburg
Dordrecht NL
Contact
For bookings, press, licensing, or just to say hello —
Stay in touch with all things Selina…
© 2026 Selina Martin
Site created by:
ChefMyKLove Custom Software Solutions
+ digital management services
Selina Martin Live
Upcoming
Past Shows
OutsiderInside Tour · EU 2026
Spring EU 2025
Winter / Spring 2024 · BC Canada
May Mini Album Launch Tour · EU 2023
Winter / Spring Album Launch Tour · Canada 2023
Fall Trio Tour · France 2022
Summer Trio Tour · EU 2022
Music for Democracy · International Live Stream
2022 · Press Reviews
#1
NACC 200 Chart · Top Debut · January 2023
North American College & Community Radio"Time Spent Swimming shoots into the stratosphere"Exclaim!, CAN ↗
"five-stars — I found time between gigs to write this review because the record is so good"West End Phoenix, CAN
"this is a master work by an artist at the peak of her potential"Roots Music Canada ↗
"This is a recording that not only bears repeated listens; it rewards each hearing with new revelations of an astonishing depth"Roots Music Canada ↗
"musically and lyrically the album is as full of atmosphere, emotion and power as anything in Selina Martin's catalogue"Spill Magazine, CAN ↗
"it's not only a strong album, it's one of the strongest albums of 2022"Vinyl-keks, DE ↗
"in the same league as Björk and PJ Harvey"Münstersche Zeitung, DE
"Top Albums of 2022"The Globe & Mail, CAN
Selina Martin
Honours B.A., Drama Program, University of Toronto, 1986–1991
Primarily a self-taught composer, musician, arranger and lyricist, with several exceptions:
Guitar (acoustic & electric), voice, bass guitar, piano, accordion, synthesizers, Theremin, musical saw, vibraphone, various percussion, tuned wine glasses, ukulele, found objects.
"This is a master work by an artist at the peak of her potential." Roots Music Canada
"Time Spent Swimming is fascinating. It is hard to categorize, and this is a compliment." Spill Magazine, CAN
"Sounds like a never-released collaboration between Peter Gabriel and Björk." Fidelity, DE
"Convention-defying fusion of pop and art rock." France 24
"Time Spent Swimming shoots into the stratosphere." Exclaim!, CAN
"Thrilling." Actua News, FR
"Five stars… I found time between gigs to write this review because the record is so good." West End Phoenix, CAN
"Martin knows how to impress." Les Oreilles Curieuses, FR
"Bubbling over with ideas, walking right between such 'sound world travelers' as Laurie Anderson, Anne Clark and Brian Eno, but also flirting with a Kate Bush or Amanda Palmer and Björk as well as the Talking Heads." Musikreviews.de
"Brilliant… We can't recommend this album to you enough. Superb in every sense of the word." Starship Overflow Radio, UK
"Genius… reference artists could be Talking Heads and PJ Harvey, but probably this lady is better called 'unique.'" Rootstime, BE
"New, exciting, provocative, uninhibited, sometimes ferocious, sometimes tranquil, never boring." Zero Magazine, SWE
"A masterful work that showcases Martin's magical talent for writing simultaneously from the heart, brain and gut." Exclaim!, CAN
"One of the 10 best albums of the year" (Disaster Fantasies). Ottawa Citizen, CAN
"Selina Martin has the voice of a thrift shop angel and the eye of an eagle circling over its prey." ★★★★ Globe & Mail
"Martin revels in the unexpected on her tough, tender, and frequently astounding sophomore effort." Ottawa Xpress
Lyrics & Liner Notes
Produced by Selina Martin, assisted by Alex Gamble
Mixed by Alex Gamble, assisted by Selina Martin
Mastered by Justin Gray
All songs by Selina Martin
Doug Friesen (electric bass, double bass, noise improv), Chendy León (percussion), Meredith Bates (violin, noise improv), Alex Gamble (sample randomizer), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, programmed drums, samples)
Got a hole in my heart. And I can't fill it up. Big as that long breakwater; wide as the Straight of Gibraltar.
Gibraltar. Gib-ib-braltar.
I'm not done getting lost. I'm a wayward astronaut; A map-less pioneer, riding a wind that brought me here.
Here to Tangier.
All day long a rooster crows. The collared dove sings along. And I'll sit by, sit by your side a mile above, above the tide.
And I'll sit by, sit by your side. We'll watch the boats go by.
You're made of sand and wind. I cannot touch your skin. The way a lover oughta. The way I really wanna.
I wanna. I wa-wanna.
I'll tell you all my thoughts while you peel the apricots. And when you're standing near …ooooh.
I like being here. Here in Tangier.
I got a hole in my heart because I must depart with the wind across the water in a boat without a rudder.
A rudder. A ru-rudder.
Let me disappear. I could do it here. In Tangier.
Doug Friesen (bass), Chendy León (percussion), Alex Gamble (MIDI bass), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, programmed drums, samples)
Got the ground under my feet. Got the sky over my head. Got a floor under my feet. Got a roof over my head.
Got a ceiling under the floor. Got a ceiling under the roof. Got a room under the ceiling. Got a room under the ceiling.
Got a floor under the room. Got a floor under the room. Got the ground under my feet. Got the ground under my feet.
You come into the room and you lean in close to me and the moon is big and low, hanging just above the trees.
I can see it out the window. I can see us in the window. I can feel it in the room. You say you can feel it too.
And it's bigger than the moon, like the gravity of stars.
But I don't know what you want. And you're fucking with my heart.
In the room under the ceiling, on the floor beneath the floor, you were there but now you're leaving. I swear I heard the door.
And I fall into the carpet, and I sink through wooden boards. And it's dark here without moonlight, in the space between the storeys.
And you speed along the highway, but you never drive that far.
Cuz you don't know what you want, and you're fucking with my heart.
Got the ground under my feet. Got the sky over my head. Got a floor under my feet. Got a roof over my head.
Got a ceiling under the floor. Got a ceiling under the roof. Got a room under the ceiling. Got a room under the ceiling.
Got a floor under the room. Got a floor under the room. Got the ground under my feet. Got the ground under my feet.
Doug Friesen (bass), Chendy León (percussion), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, synth, samples, vibraphone, musical saw)
If you were a river and I were the wind, if you were a river would you ever bend?
Would you ever bend.
Lighter than a feather, invisible as air. Everything around you is how you know I'm there.
Is how you know I'm there.
Will you let me bring you things like I did before?
I could loosen ripened figs and drop them at your door, or...
Carve me out a corner. Make a little bed. Carve me out a corner. Let me rest my head.
Let me rest my head.
And then I could store my things in those meanders where your secrets hide.
I'll rummage through from time to time looking for what is not mine,
some stuff that I can use for future alibis.
Put your arms around me. I'm tired of moving around. Put your arms around me and try to hold me down.
Try to hold me down.
Doug Friesen (synth), Barry Mirochnick (drums), Alex Gamble (reverb tail), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, synth, vibraphone, programmed drums, samples, musical saw)
Hey, there's something in the wind. Oooh there's something in the wind.
Cold light streams in, and angles your chin. Did the seasons change again?
I know things you don't know.
There's something that I feel. There's something that I feel.
And though I can't tell if it's fate or self-will, I imagine it's real.
I know things you don't know.
Hey, there's something on my mind. Yeah, I got something on my mind.
Beside the feeling of holding your hand, I've been treating you unkind.
I know things you don't know. I know things you don't know.
I know …
I'm wide awake, you're sleeping late on a soft bed that's someone else's.
I lie awake waiting for the rain. Tell me how long till it comes down again.
Now there's a slow ache cuz I'm not sleeping. And all the same mistakes, well they're like a big lake.
But time spent swimming, it aligns with nothing. I just dive right in it.
Let go of things you don't know.
I'm wide awake, you're sleeping late on a soft bed that's someone else's.
I lie awake waiting for the rain. Tell me how long till it comes down.
Tell me how long till it comes down. Tell me how long till it comes down.
Doug Friesen (bass, synth), Chendy León (percussion, hand claps), Michael Phillip Wojewoda (boom-whacker), Sarah McElcheran (trumpet), Alex Gamble (sample randomizer), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, programmed drums, samples)
Tell me are you feeling slow? Spending too much time alone?
Winter turns to springtime. Summertime turns to fall.
Everything's changed. Nothings changed at all.
Te-te-te tell me are you feeling guilty? Ba-baby are you feeling wrong?
Is your head a wasteland? Is every little thing your fault?
You think you're missing out but there's nothing going on.
Quarantine
Wish you were here. Wish I was there. I wish you were here or I wish I was there.
Wish you were here. Wish I was there. Wish you were here. Wish I was ..
Across an ocean floor I see your open door.
The world is very small. You're so near and too far.
You are just a quarter note and I'm a tiny grain of sand,
rolling on the breezes, resting in an open hand.
Time is what we are, cuz time is all we have.
Quarantine. Quarantine. Quarantine.
Wish you were here. Wish I was there. Wish you were here. Wish I was there.
Wish you were here. Wish I was.
Frogs (voice), Birds (voice), Selina (voice)
I feel so low, so low. I feel so low, so low. I feel so low, so low I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm...
Trouble hit me hard. Trouble hit me hard. Trouble hit me hard, so hard I'm gone, I'm... I'm gone, I'm... (gone I'm).
They say I done you wrong. They say I done you wrong. They say I done you wrong I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm...
Ba doo doo ba doo doo doo boo doo doo doo. Ba doo doo ba booba doo doo doo doo.
Ba boo doo ba booba da doo doo ooo. Ba ba doo ba booba da doo ah oooh.
It was early in the morning, (so lo) I didn't see it coming. (so lo)
That downtown train (so lo) took my baby away.
I feel so low, so low. (so lo) I feel so low, so low. (so lo) I feel so low, so low I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm...
Doug Friesen (double bass, electric bass), Evan Cartwright (drums), Julia Hambleton (bass clarinet), Alex Gamble (reverb tail), Tom Meienburg (basket), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, samples, vibraphone)
I have waited for you in this home that's my heart. There are flowers in the rooms all the days we're apart.
"I'm away now", you said, as you walked out the door. "Be good to those you love. They keep hold of who you are."
Did the water welcome you? Was it colder on your skin? Were they sweeter, the bird songs? ... things you'll never hear again.
Since you're gone I need to reach you, like the sea needs the sky.
As the water rose to greet you, were you sad for the sadness to come?
... that's come since you're gone.
Still I wait here for you, while the birds sing their songs. I put flowers in the rooms in case you come back home.
Ooooooooo.
Doug Friesesn (bass), Evan Cartwright (drums, coconut), Alex Gamble (drum machine), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, organ, programmed drums, samples)
I got golden shoes and real crushed diamonds on my eyes. My lips are rouge and I hold my head up high.
And the streets of my home are dipped in wine and cologne. And it's a lot of work, my insatiable thirst.
And I'm just like you; a designer dog in a designer purse.
But you look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa. You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa. You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
The sky is blue from morning till the day is done. By the afternoon I'm still resistant to the sun.
Now I've perfected my stride to an emotionless glide. And I got a lot of stuff, but it's never enough.
And I'm just like you; my skin is tanned and my body's buff.
But you look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa. You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa. You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
Nothing exists unless I see it. That looks like a shell, not a peanut. And I got to be closest to the sun, here in my cult of one.
I got golden shoes and real crushed diamonds on my eyes. I look at you and see straight through to my horizon.
And the streets of my home are dipped in wine and cologne. And it's a lot of work, my insatiable thirst.
And I'm just like you; designer dog in a designer purse.
But you look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa. You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa. You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
… so cool on your leopard-skin vespa!
Doug Friesen (bass), Chendy León (percussion), Maya Postepski (drums), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, synths, samples)
Why do you think it's true? I'm still holding on to you. Holding on to you.
Time has opened up a door. I'm just wondering where you are.
Fate has blotted out the sun to make me pay for what I've done.
But I don't know what I've done.
Every second is an hour. I'm just wondering where you are. Wondering where you are.
Qu'est-ce que tu as mis dans mon corps? Slow-acting poison that crumples me to the floor.
Tu as quelque chose à dire à mon cœur? Shoulda gave a warning it would go to far.
And all the joy I never spoke came out my chest to coat the world, I laid it all over for everyone to soft the road you walked upon.
Time is fucking with my head while I'm lying here in bed. Just lying here in bed.
I don't know why it's true; I need to be with you.
But there's nothing I can do.
Selina Martin (voice)
Doug Friesen (double bass), Evan Cartwright (drums), Annelise Noronha (accordion), Julia Hambleton (bass clarinet), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, e-marimba)
Smile and the world smiles with you. Cry and you cry alone.
If you're wise you will hide the tears in your eyes, and you won't be on your own.
If Happiness, like a butterfly, flutters by your door, never catch him to bring inside.
For he won't survive. Believe me, I tried.
Just be glad and new dreams will find you. Be sad and be left alone.
Keep your friends by your side. Don't show them you're crying.
Disguise it till time lets you know that a free butterfly needs a clear blue sky.
And smile as you watch him go.
Doug Friesen (bass), Evan Cartwright (drums), Selina Martin (guitar, voice, synth, programmed drums, samples)
You say you love me but you never give me your heart. You leave me wandering, wondering when we're apart.
And now the way I feel is tipped over. Like a Ferris wheel I keep spinning 'round.
Exchanges are made every time that you look in my eyes. I take your attention then you get to play with my pride.
You got secret rules in your forehead, and they're in the air, but I'm, but I'm on the ground.
Your face goes long when I call you home, but you're always gone and it swings me down.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo da. Bada dooda dada doo da. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo da. Bada dooda dada doo da
Viens avec moi je peux te montrer mes besoins. N'aies pas peur ils ne sont pas plus gros que les tiens.
Mettre un petit trou dans mon océan. Ce n'est presque rien, mais ce sera profond.
Je suis ici, tu es là. Je suis ici, tu es là. Je suis ici, tu es là-ah. Oh la la.
Your face goes long when I call you home, but you're always gone and it swings me down.
There was a man, was a man in the sea yesterday. Still as a stone looking back in some uncertain way.
Is he part of you, like the ocean? Is he made of will? Am I made of sound?
You say you know me but you don't remember my name. Call me her, call me Stacey, I'll still feel the same.
Because you make me feel like the only place to get a meal in this shitty town.
Your face goes long when I call you home, but you're always gone and it swings me down.
Your face goes long when I call you home, but you're always gone and it swings me down.
Un deux trois quatre
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo da. Bada dooda dada doo da
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo da. Bada dooda dada doo da