Gerritt Wittmer – I Believe (LP)

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Gerritt Wittmer – I Believe (LP)

Gerritt Wittmer is a sound and performance artist based in Houston, Texas. His work often articulates abstract narratives through vocal expression, body performance, and intense theatrical lighting. He is half the black noise group Deathroes and the vocalist for the band Names. He also directs the publishing house Misanthropic Agenda.

“Surprisingly enough, a good place to start with Gerritt Wittmer’s “I Believe” LP is in the modus operandi of pop music. For most platinum selling artists, the trick of the trade rests on the ability to completely strip every song of its individual signifiers and leave nothing but a contextual frame into which the listener can pour their own details. A love song about a particular person’s break up holds close to no appeal beyond the songwriter themself, but a song about break ups suddenly speaks to everyone who has ever had their heart broken (which is almost everyone). In this sense, a song about nothing suddenly becomes a song about anything for anyone.

This deceptive nature in every sound, lyric, and compositional choice as each new element of leaves the listener guessing at its significance. The opening sample on the B side sounds like someone saying “Hi,” but how can you be sure? What are they actually saying? And what does it mean to Wittmer? Every sample on this record produces the same effect. The ringing phone, the skipping record, the industrial clatter, all of it hides so much significance and reveals so little. So much so that the identity of many of these sounds remains shrouded (is that a synth swell or someone screaming?). All of them repeating over and over without gaining a modicum of clarity.

But beyond this guessing game lies the devastating core of the album: while the listener may not understand the significance of these disparate elements, Wittmer knows them all too well. And each repetition inflicts its trauma again. For the listener, every pass through these sounds lessens the impact as they meld into a singular soundscape. Yet one can’t help but imagine that the exact opposite happens for Wittmer, these moments becoming sharper and more devastating.

And then the record ends, its last moments stripped of any ornamentation with Wittmer speaking directly to you. Haunting phrases like “no chance for me, there’s nothing inside” barely croaked out in a delicate, fragile whisper. “I Believe” ends on the refrain “you exist in my mind,” letting the listener know that Wittmer saw you the whole time. He knew you were there, listening and searching. And now you have no choice but to return the favor:. as thought, Wittmer now exists in your mind, as much as you exist in his, and there’s no turning back (or away) anymore.

Devoid of comprehensible signifiers, “I Believe” isn’t an album that anyone finds themselves in. Instead, it’s an album where you and only you exist in communion with the artist. A communion as terrifying as it is intimate.

Sound samples for this album do not exist online.” – Peter J Woods