sometimes basement rock, sometimes Banarama-soundclash. Santogold is a vehicle for Santi White's well drawn late night fight lines and robot-witch scat on the beat. warbling bass, island upbeat, and deep south snap provide the foundation for Santi's whispering lilts and tension-ridden verses...


The lovechild of submarine sonar and low frequency midnight moans,
Santogold was born somewhere between Bedstuy
and Bushwick, Brooklyn and was placed under the care of
enigmatic singer and songwriter Santi White. White's prior musical
children have proved more profound than platinum. Songwriter and
executive producer behind an album boasting top Billboard singles, and
driving voice behind two albums from her uncategorable band Stiffed,
Santi White's familiarity with drawing relevant and enjoyable work
from a range of influences makes her a unique figure on today's
musical landscape. Unafraid to wade into currents beyond the
mainstream, White's newest project is Santogold. Santogold's new album
drives dub and 80's-pop influences from song
to song. Sometimes basement rock, sometimes Bananarama-soundclash,
Santogold is a vehicle for White's well drawn late night fight lines
and robot-witch scat on the beat. Warbling bass, island upbeat, and
deep-south snap provide foundation for White's whispering lilts and
tension-ridden verses.

Though without official band members, the ingredients are many:
spaghetti western-outlaw, roots rock and digital street blip are each
laced by White's incomparable breathless melody. While White and John
Hill, aka Johnny Rodeo (former Stiffed bassist and member of Sony
engineers-turned-production team-turned band, Shitake Monkey) formed
the nucleus of this creation, the Santogold landscape is speckled with
the flavor of DJ's and all around underground fly kids who have
rallied behind her to deliver a versatile, consistent array of tracks.
The late great
Disco D, Switch, Sinden, Freq Nasty, Diplo, Radioclit, leadguitarist
Clifford "Moonie" Pusey of Steel Pulse, former Bad Brains drummer,
Chuck Treece, Naeem Juwan of Spankrock, M.I.A, and professional
snowboarder/singer-songwriter, Trevor "Trouble" Andrew. Each
participant sculpts the sound around White's candid verses and vocal
melodies pushing the width of Santogold's scope.

Sitting on the floor at a house party listening to the selector, Santi
White might be sharing stories from her childhood. Philadelphia was
her city until Brooklyn became home base. Her sky holds no bounds; the
streets are her yard and human behavior is her muse. Music is her
weapon. Maybe she's laughing with her head thrown back. Maybe you're
asking her what it is she does with her life. "I make music," she
answers. "Oh," you reply, "what kind of music, where can I hear it?"
She looks up at you, "That was my song the DJ just played." You might
then be stunned. Weren't you just noticing that song, how it sounded
like the voices of your past conversing with your future? Didn't it
just send warmth coursing through your veins? How is it that White's
songs can account for the joy and pain of adolescence rolling into
adulthood's grind? Then again, what did you expect to hear?

"I wasn't just a songwriter, I was executive producer and pretty much
the creative director of the whole thing. That's a lot to give to
something that's not really yours" cited White in an early interview
discussing her experience making Res's chart topping debut, How I Do.
Called "ridiculously gifted" for her work on that third party debut,
White has since proven her work ethic unstoppable. She is likely to be
writing at this very moment, or maybe she's recording, or simply
napping beneath a table in the studio. Whatever Santi White's current
activity, one thing is clear: the grime scene, the blue punk thing,
even the current female airplay contention have all lacked the
flavor-strength that is heard in the work of Santogold. Here is
something supreme because it is matchless. Those in the know will come
catch licks.



Written By: Santi White

Got no need for the fancy things
All the attention that it brings
Tell me no, I say yes, I was chosen
And I will deliver the explosion

Can't say it's gonna get me far
Do no good to say what you are
I run the streets and I break up houses
River runs deep and the flame devours it

Me, I'm a Creator
Thrill is to make it up
The rules I break got me a place
Up on the radar
Me, I'm a Taker
Know what the stakes are
Can't roll it back, it's understood
Got to play our cards

Sit tight I know what you are
mad bright but you aint no star
polish up til you make it gleam
your M.O, I know what you mean
Tail ridin' and I know it's true
while they screamin' I love you
Down deep you know there aint no flow
a soul decay, was D.O.A

I know what you here for now
Words out you're an idea whore though,
now don't you crush on me
I'll see you in your pipe dreams
whether or not you know it's true
You're who they dictate to
That shit must hurt real bad
fakin' what you wish you had

Here all the folks come ask about me
Band wagon, know they used to doubt me
Blind side tend to hit real hard
you should heed the warning, get a body guard
Steady friction in this bitch
Creepin' in just like an itch
so far I got the last laugh
still the rich rise up, still I live fast
wouldn't know it face to face
Got no soul and got no taste
Moving in speed up the pace
I got it locked though, what a waste
All the talk is standard fare
Walk the walk if it gets you there
on the grind til the gig is up
Im 'a smash 'em down
put a muzzle on them like "what!"

L.E.S. Artistes

Written By: Santi White

What I'm searching for
to tell it straight, I'm tryin to build a wall
Walking by myself
down avenues that reek of time to kill
If you see me keep going
be a pass by waver
Build me up, bring me down
just leave me out you name dropper
Stop tryin to catch my eye
I see you good you forced faker
Just make it easy
You're my enemy you fast talker

I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for all the things that I believe

What am I here for
I left my home to disappear is all
I'm here for myself
Not to know you
I don't need no one else
Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later
You don't know me
I am an introvert an excavator
I'm duckin' out for now
a face in dodgy elevators
Creep up and suddenly
I found myself
an innovator


Change, change, change,
I want to get up out of my skin
tell you what
if I can shake it
I'm 'a make this
something worth dreaming of


1st self-titled album slated for a January 2008 release. 1st single is "CREATOR." Tracks available on include "L.E.S. Artistes" "Creator," "You'll Find A Way," and "Shove It"

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