review by michael present:
Who is Ingrid? She is a fragile, vulnerable, yet ultimately triumphant little creature, a superstar nonetheless. The “alter”- musical ego of [SIC], a [sic]-year-old artist who boasts an impressive body of work that spans several disciplines. Confusion is often the first feeling that may arise in the listener upon hearing a song composed and sung by Ingrid Superstar. Who was that? …Maybe you have just listened to a 15 second sound bite off an album with 30 or so songs that all amount to less than 10 minutes of actual music. Or perhaps a hauntingly beautiful tween banshee has just sung a melody in your left ear, and your left ear alone. On their own, Ingrid’s “songs” just don’t make sense. You must listen to them as a whole in order to get a genuine glimpse into [sic]; I mean “Ingrid’s” soul and divine imagination. The Landlord Loves Restaurant’s, Ingrid’s latest “album”, features just six “songs”. So, why waste your time? Why spend seven or so minutes of your precious existence listening to the fragmented, nonsensical “music” of a teenage girl? Because these songs and lyrics and melodies as a whole amount to so much more than that.
We are all confronted each and every second of the day by noise, if not from the outside, then from within our own heads. But how do we make sense of this internal chaos that blurs our vision and coats our minds in matter, madness, and imagination. We are now living in an exciting, horrifying new age of collective consciousness. People, in absence of physical interaction, are constantly “updating” one another on seemingly meaningless aspects of their life and daily routine. Ingrid, a child of the new millennium, turns those “tweets” into poems, and gives those messages’ meaning. Her songs are raw moments of inner dialogue, moments that are dirty, beautiful, immature, harsh, and yet ultimately profound. They are a way for you to hear Ingrid, and a way for you to hear yourself as well. Ingrid’s music is a testament to the power of that allusive thing called consciousness, and the magical realism that dwells within it.