paranoid
Born in Minneapolis, Fats’e is the child of a musically inclined father who moved him to Dallas when he was eight years old. The two used to jam together at home, while Fats’e would play keyboard and his dad would join in with bongos, creating an “indie-rock” sound. By 11, Fats’e formed a band with a few of his friends, playing shows at small venues in McKinney. When he was a teenager, his musical stylings grew into a “deathcore” sound, and he joined a band called Regrets of Despair, selling out shows at The Door and Sons of Hermann Hall. In 2015, the artist traded the emo sound in favor of hip-hop as he joined a freestyling collective. It was then that Fats’e identity, which refers to his first name, Charlie, was born. During a freestyling session, he shouted the phrase “Big Fat C on the microphone.” The name immediately stuck, and like his sound, the spelling of his stage name evolved over time. On his second full-length album, Staring at the Ceiling, Fats’e amalgamates all of his musical backgrounds into a hyperpop, punk-rock package wrapped in influences of hip-hop. Sonically, it sounds like of the lovechild Charli XCX and Lil Uzi Vert, but lyrically, Fats’e takes us on a cathartic journey. Staring at the Ceiling opens with a track called “bad news,” on which Fats’e is “stuck in the past” as “the days go on and on and on.” Over the course of 13 tracks, many of which are under three minutes in length, he recalls losing lovers and severing ties with “backstabbing friends” from his time living in Los Angeles. By the end of the album, he feels “brand new,” as he assures us on the closing track “picking myself up again.” Fats’e wrote and produced Staring at the Ceiling over the course of two years, using Guitar Rig software to create sounds, as well as SOPHIE and Travis Barker drum samples. He recorded his vocals in his closet and mixed and mastered the album himself over the course of six months. He pored over the aural examination of the album, he says, by listening to it obsessively before its release, on his home speakers, his AirPods and in the car. He recalls mixing each song “about 50 to 60” times. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
Born in Minneapolis, Fats’e is the child of a musically inclined father who moved him to Dallas when he was eight years old. The two used to jam together at home, while Fats’e would play keyboard and his dad would join in with bongos, creating an “indie-rock” sound. By 11, Fats’e formed a band with a few of his friends, playing shows at small venues in McKinney. When he was a teenager, his musical stylings grew into a “deathcore” sound, and he joined a band called Regrets of Despair, selling out shows at The Door and Sons of Hermann Hall. In 2015, the artist traded the emo sound in favor of hip-hop as he joined a freestyling collective. It was then that Fats’e identity, which refers to his first name, Charlie, was born. During a freestyling session, he shouted the phrase “Big Fat C on the microphone.” The name immediately stuck, and like his sound, the spelling of his stage name evolved over time. On his second full-length album, Staring at the Ceiling, Fats’e amalgamates all of his musical backgrounds into a hyperpop, punk-rock package wrapped in influences of hip-hop. Sonically, it sounds like of the lovechild Charli XCX and Lil Uzi Vert, but lyrically, Fats’e takes us on a cathartic journey. Staring at the Ceiling opens with a track called “bad news,” on which Fats’e is “stuck in the past” as “the days go on and on and on.” Over the course of 13 tracks, many of which are under three minutes in length, he recalls losing lovers and severing ties with “backstabbing friends” from his time living in Los Angeles. By the end of the album, he feels “brand new,” as he assures us on the closing track “picking myself up again.” Fats’e wrote and produced Staring at the Ceiling over the course of two years, using Guitar Rig software to create sounds, as well as SOPHIE and Travis Barker drum samples. He recorded his vocals in his closet and mixed and mastered the album himself over the course of six months. He pored over the aural examination of the album, he says, by listening to it obsessively before its release, on his home speakers, his AirPods and in the car. He recalls mixing each song “about 50 to 60” times. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
347aidan
9TAILS
angelwinter
bhertuy
room to breathe
I'm Good at Being Lonely Can't You Tell
picking myself up again
old me
i shouldn't look back w/ scum & lil lotus [prod fats'e]
miss u haven't met u tho
i am so confident and cool af all the cuties want me
pulled up so late that i missed the whole party
won’t let this go
Salty!
scraped my knee on the drywall
another night on the edge
won't let this go
died and came back to life
bad news
bad luck
one4u
guess u heard about it thru the grapevine
good at being lonely, pt. II
numb
Apathy (Feat. Guccihighwaters)
scraped my knee, pt. 2
wasting time with you
i don't wanna talk, leave the racks on the curb
im sorry i never texted u back
dopamine
room to breathe - Acoustic
very cool
pretend i'm on vacation
invalid in a darkroom
leave me on the floor, it's fine [prod fats'e]
secrets
sleepinthrutheparty
bullet in my spine
rip me open
unconscious on your driveway
stardust
ghost in my room
URDEAD2ME
i like who we are
i'd prefer an unmarked grave
in the morning
nothings gunna change [prod color hue]
shudder
i shouldn't look back (w/ scum & lil lotus)
hearteyes
paranoid
drive this blade straight thru my heart
best of me
I MIGHT CALL IT QUITS
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