Biography
The year was 1347. The Black Death arrived silently, hidden within the belly of a ship. Within months, Europe was brought to its knees. No armies. No bombs. Just breath, touch, infection. An era ended quietly, without a sound. Centuries later, something else is spreading. The echo of 13FORTY7. Born from the wreckage, not to comfort, but to remind. That even in decay, we move. A memory that pulses. This isn’t just music. It’s the sound of what remains. Where others play to celebrate, 13FORTY7 plays to remind you that you're still alive. Because the plague never truly ended. It only changed form. What once crept through rats and breath now spreads through screens and streams. The sickness evolved, from fever to feed, from blood to bandwidth. We built a digital world to escape death, but only replicated its silence. And so, 13FORTY7 returns. Not analog. Not digital. Something else. A haunted frequency pulsing beneath the noise. A loop we can’t escape. A history we keep remixing: louder, faster, darker. This isn’t nostalgia. This is resurrection. A glitch in time. The past is always present. The future is infected. And the sound? It keeps coming.