#otito

So, as far as Olaf understood it, Swynlake had created a temporary alternate reality, transforming the town into an island port in the early 18th century during the height of the piracy era. Everyone had gotten temporary identities! No death stuck and no harm was done! 

That was all very interesting and Olaf thought he was probably a big fan of this kind of mighty display of magic--it was like a town-wide team-building exercise! 

So...why wasn’t he included? 

See, he hadn’t gotten a temporary identity. He woke up on the Queen Clarion’s Revenge as his same old Olaf, with no idea what everyone was talking about. Maybe it was a fluke, Sindri said, but it got Olaf thinking about Tito, the electrician he met on the street, who apparently shocked him. That’s at least what he claimed. 

What do you mean, yous didnt feel anything? 

And so it was time to experiment.

Olaf called Tito up, reporting an electricity issue with his microwave (which Olaf caused by...unplugging it) and soon there was a knock on the door. He opened up and grinned. “Hello! Right on time!” 

@shockingly-tito​

It had been in the midst of his buying craze for the bordello that he had seen the exquisite antique mirror in the second-hand shop where Minwoo had signed his fate when it came to meeting a new face. Unaware of the dreadful implications of this one buy he had thought the large baroque style mirror with golden frame that curled and shone in the dim light that went with a bordello without second thought. “Just put it in the van.” He had instructed the man that manned the shop, whom had been eyeing the demon with suspicion. While Minwoo was in his human form and the only thing hiding his demonic heritage were his eyes, the human had sensed something sinister coming into his establishment. 

He had been glad when the big spender had left, like a dense cloud had lifted from his heart. 

Minwoo was sitting in his office, the mirror was not in one of the rooms yet but instead rested against the wall in the luxurious office. Red carpet and black walls, a dark wooden desk and papers scattered on the smooth surface, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling lit up the place enough for Minwoo’s liking as he sat back. Tail whipping as he tapped his fingers against the iPad. As expected he had an increase in customers but he needed more workers for the bordello because not everyone enjoyed fucking androids. Minwoo couldn’t blame them, the androids were whiny and acted like they had rights - rights. He snorted and rolled his eyes at this ridiculous notion at the attempt at android emancipation. 

He looked up with a frown as he had thought he had seen something. A low growl came from the bottom of his stomach as he stood up and walked into the room. He did not look at the mirror right away as he checked the door- still locked. They were underground so there was no opportunity for windows or anyone coming in there, he had made sure to lock out any spirits or geists. He hated fucking spirits, they were the worst. 

Then he noticed it, a string of fate that faded into existence from the mirror and the demon frowned. While the powers he had gained were still new he was sure that seeing a soul string coming from a mirror was out of the ordinary. He inspected it from a distance, like a predatory lioness staring at a antelope. The string seemed ripped somehow and he tilted his head slightly before the string disappeared. Another shadow, now he knew it was from within the mirror. For fucks sake.

“Who goes there?” He demanded “reveal yourself.”

Home is at the core of snny’s genre-bending, border-spanning sophomore EP, Otito. It is not a home defined by a singular moment of place in time but one defined by the journey the 29-year-old artist has made thus far. This nebulous identity takes form as snny carves out the sounds and memories of Los Angeles, Brooklyn, and the Ivory Coast of West Africa over seven emotive tracks.

“Abidjan” and its floaty, rapped verse fittingly kick off the seven-track journey of introspection and identity. Sharing its name with the Ivory Coast city of snny’s city of origin, the bubbling production sets the stage for an English and French-sung groove that is all too easy lose yourself in. While the sonics capture the brightness of the Ivory Coast, there is a noted vulnerability to be found in snny’s poignant musings, as he sings, “If you don’t dance away your pain, you’ll never live again / If you don’t cry and cry today, this weight may always win.”

As soon as we begin to find our footing in the rapturous “Abidjan,” we suddenly awake to “Somewhere in Brooklyn.” An admitted “sad song that people could dance to,” snny evokes the intoxicating melancholy of the city lights and countless street corners. And while the French vocals established in Otito’s opener remain, there is a noted elevated elegance when they do come into focus, as if that aspect of snny himself is now wrapped up in the infamy of New York City.

Later in Otito, we are enveloped in “Better to Leave It,” a Westside Los Angeles meditation. The song is practically dripping in Los Angeles sunshine, even as the city’s enticing lull threatens to swallow snny whole. Written while he was dirt broke in the city of angels, “Better to Leave It” arrives as a portrait of the harsh reality hidden behind the idyllic Instagram feeds of trips to the beach and star-studded streets.

As Otito reaches its inevitable conclusion in the somber yet triumphant “The Kids Are Getting Old,” snny leaves us with a sonically captivating snapshot of his life. It is a reflection that speaks to a universal sentiment, of trying to find your voice and place in a newfound home. 

F2 – Otito [Audio]

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F2 – Otito Mp3 Audio Download – This is the Debut single of the Versatile artiste F2 after signing to Australian based label Dream Empire Music, F2 comes through with this song titled Otito meaning Praise.

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This is the song for every music lover and also a medium to thank God for his Blessings .

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