Here Goes Nothing

HHere Goes Nothing started as a voice memo at 4 in the morning on a Thursday. I wasn't going to keep it. The loop was too simple — a single detuned pad with a kick that sat slightly behind the grid. But the next morning I opened it and the wrongness was the point. So I built around the wrongness instead of fixing it.

This release is a record about refusing to flinch. The cover is hand-drawn — scanned, unretouched.

If you're playing this loud in a car at night, you're using it correctly. If you're licensing it for a pharma ad, you're not. Contact is below.