One night a few months back, I went to a warehouse in the outer stank of Newark. Near some railroad tracks, gloriously hideous, this facility housed my friend, his bass, and some drums. We messed around a bit, and this past weekend this is what he sent over. A strange fellow, quiet and pale and walks with a subtle hobble, the dude is hungry. I hope he keeps at it - look for more collabos in the coming months.
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