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Backstage Creatures

Hey, I’m one of the founders of ERIKEMME.

In a European capital, my friend and I met this enigmatic guy — a writer of strange novels and essays, a total genius who lives completely outside any box or scheme.

For three days that meeting fucked us up. Between the murmur of a beer hall and a dusty old bookstore, we were hit hard by his words. They felt like they were written just for us, because he seemed to already know every single thought in our heads. It was unsettling… but insanely interesting and addictive.

Since then he keeps sending us manuscripts, and we turn them into music and emotions.

We don’t have a dominant style: we just let the music come out however it wants.
We swing from the most insane rock to summery earworms, because music is only the tool.

Our goal is simple and disarming: to create songs that sound normal on the surface… but inside they can carry something powerful and give you answers and feelings you didn’t even know you needed.

Every track, in different languages, might hit you deep, give you an answer you weren’t looking for, ease a weight off your chest, or hand you a moment of pure beauty.
And none of that makes the message or the emotion any weaker.

We’re not chasing fame.
You’ll never see our names or our faces.
You’ll only get the music.

And maybe, right there in the middle of it… you’ll find something that already belongs to you.