This record was assembled under duress in a windowless room by a man with a trembling jaw and a God complex.

We don't remember recording it, but we found the stems buried inside an encrypted folder titled "DO NOT RESUSCITATE."

It smelled like ozone and old cologne.


The opening track isn't music—it's a controlled leak from the subconscious.

Some say if you play it backwards you can hear a woman whispering your father's regrets.

We tried. She just laughed.


Wish You'd Known was originally 19 minutes long and made several listeners panic..

We had to bury the original mix in a field.

This version is slightly safer. No promises.


This EP is not for dancing.

It's for pacing around your flat at 4:36am, chewing the inside of your cheek,

remembering the exact texture of your ex's bathroom towel

and wondering if you've already died and no one told you.


Approach with caution.

We know you're listening.