Count down, and after one, there is indefinitely a zero.
Coming ‘round, the circle finds us back at the beginning and the air that fills when you return is faintly familiar. And struggling with the dissonant notions of why you left to begin with and what brings you back, you let loose a tired sigh relieved in the solace that it’s somehow fated and the di rolls as it can and should.
So, we pass Go. Collect our recompense. And start again.
A beginning starts with an end with this new, yet old, mixtape, #0. Definitively the last in a chain of intimate mixtapes, it’s shared here on our neurotic pages so you may revel in our sentimental soundscape while new tender morsels await in the days ahead.
Birthed in the City of Sin for want of a familiar bedfellow and the flickering disco’ed dark, #0 is a coalescence of avant remixes, dubs, minimalism, and nu disco; an aural escape where need finds solace in noise.