I recently released my first EP: Diatribe Machine Whines Low Quality Ephemera- through my underutilized solo moniker "Joe Evil".
Diatribe Machine Whines Low Quality Ephemera is not about any one person, it's more about an environment. The characters that populate it are alienated, unmoored, corroding quietly as splayed pathways atomize them further from each other as their world rapidly morphs. They are constructs or vehicles. They speak in the first person but the "I" is borrowed, projected, a way of saying something true through someone despite their existence never being established. The enigmatic nature of the lore doesn't obfuscate from the intention of what presents as straightforward perspective driven songs.
That distance here is intentional though. They are subjects of the machine but also perpetuate it's purpose, mostly unknowingly.
The machine
What the machine does is produce low quality ephemera. This isn't an attempt at something self effacing- it's a reality of our times. We consume information developing at a rate faster than we can calibrate ourselves to monitor and digest it. Media, emotion, meaning, each other. The infrastructure that enables this such as feeds, dopamine fueled doom scrolls- that's the machine. The whine is what it sounds like when you slow down long enough to notice it's been running the whole time.
The ephemera
The music is almost redundant as it's a part of the systems of saturation- but the intention is to evoke feeling. A lot of these songs were short, simple songs- something intentional but also what I find quite enjoyable. Straightforward and digestable without over simplifications depreciating the intention. My hope was to leave any listener wanting more while letting out the lead a bit where it made sense.
The whine
But I'll be honest: the characters are inevitably just me. The alienation is ultimately mine. The decay I'm describing I see in myself as much as anywhere else. Joe Evil was meant to just be a conduit for me to express this- it exists because some things are easier to say when you put them in someone else's mouth. This record is just about tuning into the whine of the machine as you watch what it produces.