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I Remember Everything

I remember everything – Enjin

Ok, so this song is perfect. That’s established. All that’s left is to find Mr. Enjin and tell him so. Turn up on his doorstep one day and say: “You know that one song of yours you released on a tape comp twenty years ago? Well outside of the time and place and scope it was released in, i found it and it means a lot to me. So what have you been up to?”

What has he been up to? Why only one song? Maybe he made it into some embarrassing Britpop band and this is a shameful, juvenilic, punk past that he doesn’t need some nerd reminding him of. Maybe he just works in an office… and this is a shameful, juvenilic, punk past that he doesn’t need some nerd reminding him of. He shouldn’t have written a perfect song then, and allowed the internet to develop so it would reach me here, years later.

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I Remember Everything

I remember everything – Enjin

How many bands are there in the world? Every time someone, somewhere picks up something and makes a song with it, and all the ears that never hear it. This is the only Enjin song i have heard, and for all i know the only that exists. It is one of the greatest songs i have ever heard. I know i say that a lot… I mean it.

I found it on a tape compilation called Deliberately Lo-Fi i downloaded in my quest to hear every Boyracer song ever recorded. Their Glamour On A Shoe String was worth it, but this song was something else. On first listen, and without any connection to an important moment in my life, i had to re-evaluate my top χ songs of all time.

It seems so appropriate that the greatest song should be buried in a tape compilation, made and released from someone’s bedroom, organised through the post, all for something to do, some feeling of vitality, connectedness. No matter how infinitesimal the reach, how pointless the effort.

It is not much of a song, it may not have been much of a band – Enjin just being some guy and a 4 track – and it isn’t very well recorded. It is nothing remarkable, but it is in total perfect and i get a height of feeling from it so rarely reached. The last time i felt so swept was the first time i heard Lync’s Pan. It’s not quite as good as that. A notch or two below. A notch or two below absolute perfection.

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