Vinyl - Jazz Emu - Ego Death

Tracklist

Side A
1.
Prologue
Jazz Emu
2.
Why?
Jazz Emu
3.
The Same Thing
Jazz Emu
4.
I Could Get Into It
Jazz Emu
5.
Romanticise
Jazz Emu
6.
A La Mode
Jazz Emu
Side B
1.
Cake/Obsolete
Jazz Emu
2.
Easy For Me
Jazz Emu
3.
Fun Kitai Furai Dei
Jazz Emu
4.
Get Your Cheek On
Jazz Emu
5.
Easier
Jazz Emu

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Description

When I was asked by God to make the greatest album of all time at the beginning of last year, I hesitated. Me? A humble genius from the wrong side of the tracks in Downtown Miami?
But after a few seconds of reflection I realised I would be fine. And in just three days my Magnum Opus, Ego Death, will land upon the world. It’s a full 30 minute narrative concept album. Here is the cover, and track list. I hope you find the experience of hearing it as spiritually engorging as I did making it.

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Peace be with you for I have become the Chosen One. JE x

Jazz Emu
United Kingdom

At the age of six, Jazz Emu fell in love with a second hand saxophone and proudly took it to a trial lesson. Within a minute the teacher had decided that Jazz’s hands were unusually small, and his shiny brass hopes were crushed with a plastic beginner’s clarinet. Several years of funk-repressed classical training followed, with the groove bubbling pianissimo under the surface. When he finally heard the syncopated hi-hats in Bill Withers’ Use Me, there was no going back. Jazz pulled out the dusty old sax and got to work. He would stay up late at night recording shining synths and near-silent screaming sax solos (no noise after 10pm) on his mum’s BOSS BR900-CD recorder. The results were too powerful to show the general public.

Ten years later, armed with an Akai EWI-4000S, a right hand calloused by synth-glisses and a handsome selection of suits, Jazz has set out to change the world. Combining the lyrically pleonastic and musically dank, this project is an auditory experiment in high-art meets low-art. Imagine performing a Shakespearean sonnet over The Sims loading-music. Or reading Homer’s Iliad off of a toilet roll. Imagining it? Good. You’re about three eighths of the way to grasping the sonic mythos of Jazz Emu.