Oizys: Idols Must Perish
Folklore is currency. Beliefs, customs, ideas, the negative tends to take center stage. The ride downhill is fun with friends. Misery loves company.
I struggled with faith during the creation of this project. I grew up Apostolic Christian, and as I grew up I strayed. Almost every person I met in church didn’t embody what I thought it meant to be a Christian. Rapist, cheaters, thieves, it started to feel like Sundays were for criminal gatherings. For a long time this made me question God. How could a flawed human represent divinity? Dosen’t make sense. It just all kinda felt hopeless. I struggle with suicidal ideation, during the time this was made things got bad. Instead of getting put on some drugs that’ll make me worse or just be locked away in some complex to be forgotten, I ran back to God. People are shit, whatever, oh well, God though, God got your back in the storm. And maybe that’s why the congregation looks the way it does. Just a room full of flawed people that desperately need some help.
This is by no means a “christian” album. I’ve talked about faith (or lack of) in previous projects. This is just a very personal project, and that is something that I have been figuring out. Im not for everyone, my art won’t be either. But I think there’s something here people could enjoy. At the very least, this can help people understand me better. Thank you for your time.
Written & produced entirely by Max Vista.
**Wrote the majority of this while living in my car.
Folklore is currency. Beliefs, customs, ideas, the negative tends to take center stage. The ride downhill is fun with friends. Misery loves company.
I struggled with faith during the creation of this project. I grew up Apostolic Christian, and as I grew up I strayed. Almost every person I met in church didn’t embody what I thought it meant to be a Christian. Rapist, cheaters, thieves, it started to feel like Sundays were for criminal gatherings. For a long time this made me question God. How could a flawed human represent divinity? Dosen’t make sense. It just all kinda felt hopeless. I struggle with suicidal ideation, during the time this was made things got bad. Instead of getting put on some drugs that’ll make me worse or just be locked away in some complex to be forgotten, I ran back to God. People are shit, whatever, oh well, God though, God got your back in the storm. And maybe that’s why the congregation looks the way it does. Just a room full of flawed people that desperately need some help.
This is by no means a “christian” album. I’ve talked about faith (or lack of) in previous projects. This is just a very personal project, and that is something that I have been figuring out. Im not for everyone, my art won’t be either. But I think there’s something here people could enjoy. At the very least, this can help people understand me better. Thank you for your time.
Written & produced entirely by Max Vista.
**Wrote the majority of this while living in my car.
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