ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE is an album I wrote as a response to the way I felt I was being used by men as a receptacle and object of pleasure. Even though it was written during the beginning of 2024, the emotions explored through the album had been accumulating for years, pent up but never released - until I channelled them into words.
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, however, doesn't just see me tackle what had been weighing me down for years. Characters were created that are on either end of the lust scale - some sensual while others are more chaste. While these aren't the only characters on the album, they are the ones that rule most of the tracklist - the ones embodying my disdain for hookup culture, as well as those representing my search for love admist it.
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE also circles around a particular fling that I had at the beginning of 2024, and my yearning for it to have had a different outcome. Thus, the title of the album was born; ALTERNATE UNIVERSE is my desire to see things follow a different route that it ended up going down.
That said, I hope you enjoy the journey I crafted by using futuristic images mixed in with my own thoughts, feelings and experiences. Thank you to everyone who has already engaged with ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, you reading it really means a lot to me.
- Rebel Eccen 🚀
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