Master Of My Make Believe

Master Of My Make Believe

After four years of hide and seek in which blogs blew up at the sudden release of any track with her name attached to it, Santigold presents <i>Master of My Make Believe</i> in a moment of global aggression and vulnerability. Honing in on the hyper-media cult of personality, in her unmistakable voice she asks the listener: Into what fantasy do you hurl yourself as you gaze into the glow of your machine? The answer to this question is central to what drives <i>Master of My Make-Believe</i>.<br><br>Through chopped pianos, the clink of glass bottles, and the peaking blast of motorcycle engines, <i>Master of My Make-Believe</i> accounts for 21st century details of life from the heart's center to the mind's periphery. In her pen and in her voice, the breadth of substance presented in Santigold's songs is immediate and complex. There are valleys here wherein the drudge of daily living is met with caution and confronted by mortality, but underneath it all there is the celebration of each person's power and vision to fight toward what they believe. Consider this your invitation.