Couple weeks ago, I got some disorganized e-mails (separately) from a label and a musician. Typically I hate this sort of affair, but these fellahs were poignant (oddly) in their meanderings, which made me melt, mildly. Got a link to this music and was enamored by the ambivalence of how casually common it sounded, next to its harshly experimental tone. Nothing new around these parts in Choco writing, but listening to Artifacts by Ender Belongs to Me is truly something to marvel at in sound and intention. Then I got a wonderfully enigmatic description and biography of the work:
If I want to die famous, I’ll need to capsulize my art. I’ll need to package it for you the consumer, or worse yet, the critic. But I don’t have any real name. I don’t have any real face. I don’t have any real motive save the last expression before I check out.
There is little lasting for saved existence and to be immortalize through music is to believe in a false immortalization. Instead, embalm me. And leave my tracks, this music, written in 2010 and held guarded until 2014 alone to the birds.
If you can conceptualize, than conceptualize now. Conceptualize this.I was born onto this rock. I was raised on this rock. And I will die on this rock. Like you. Like every other human being who ever suffered to inhale the stale air of the system, I am nothing. Now, my system, is without flaws. It is in its perfection and with this I say goodbye. There is no more new music coming. There never was any hype.
Ender Belongs to Me is exactly the reason I became so interested in what’s behind the music I enjoy; hearing and experiencing exactly how I felt the music conveyed itself through actually experiencing the LIFE behind it is full-circle happiness. Artifacts earns its name sonically and personally. Hear it for yourself via Tree Machine Records below:
• Ender Belongs to Me: https://enderbelongstome.bandcamp.com
• Tree Machine Records: http://treemachinerecords.com
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