Far plane of existence, navigated by anger, fueled by grueling bass-forms. The journey begins with a snare, and ends with silence.
It all started nine years ago when I discovered I could make music with my computer. It's only evolved from there. I produce choons, and my brother spins them out for the public to enjoy.
No.....never tried.......don't have the equipment to do so.
Me, myself, and I
Computer