To Be Me

The personal tragedy of existence. Can you gaze in the mirror and not flinch? What you see is a clouded reflection, what you hear is “To Be Me”.

A powerful ballad of supreme loneliness, “To Be Me” is an anachronism. A rift in time and space. The heads nodding to the rhythm are covered in powdered wigs, and the pulse punching through Jacobian marbled halls is classic hip hop. “To Be Me” opens immediately with the soaring strings of a chamber string quartet, before the gut punch duality of Visser’s haunting vocals and 90’s Brooklyn beat.

“To Be Me” is divisive. It’s stylistic fingerprint draws a line in the sand, and demands a choice. Despite the mob gathering on either side, Visser’s latest is a definitive statement regarding the future of pop and it’s up to you as to what side to choose.

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