Before he was an elegist brandishing the cognomen, ARTIS JEFE, the Toledo-dreamer was part of a story mirroring many.
Leaving behind his professional career in Ohio and relocating to L.A., he followed his creative intuitions, naturally establishing his talent as a laureate and discovering something worth investing in wholeheartedly: his career as a musical artist. With six singles released so far, and in fastening his career as an idyllist specialist, the latest offering of eccentric compositions—ornamented by his lyricism—renders in the form of a mystifying and ominous joyride titled "Grave Digger."
Opening right away with its captivating topline hook, Artis Jefe sings under a muted blanket of oscillating and hauntingly blended harmonies. There's a detuned ringing strum that sounds like an acoustic guitar played through a vintage tape-machine, as a more magnified variant of Jefe's harmonies centers itself in the mix. The immediate impression you get is reminiscent of being intoxicated, but in the way that makes you feel introspective.
With a two and four accented beat that gives way to this track's magnetizing groove, the new-born L.A. creative dignitary cuts down with a stanza-like flow for the verses. These sections operate in establishing his Emcee cantor, that sounds so bohemian and individualistic, it's hard to compare it to anyone else coming out of the Angel City right now.
"I guess I'm really from the mud, I get why you diggin' dirt, it's cause you don't know my worth, don't paint my body with your words," he versifies with a layering of two distinguishing but synergized performances that enhance by magnifying his profound sentiments with his descriptive lyricism. It's a track that would challenge anyone to look within themselves and find the same confident energy that this poet evokes through his leaden R&B sounding production and his lyrical volubility.