While on the surface this may seem like a tape containing nauseating romantic schlock you would hear at a dentist office in the late 80s, it is in fact a banging mixtape jam packed with heavy hitters, full of fury and contempt. A sleeper cell of crusty classics contained within a repurposed thrift store cassette shell. The tracklisting is scrawled on stolen USPS property and slapped on the inner sleeve. Utilitarian, straight to the point and enjoyable from start to finish. A celebration of truly not giving a single fuck! A celebration of Caandaxe!

Fever dream vibes. Like being hopelessly entangled in sweaty sheets, sinking into a claustrophobic panic. You're listening to what people are saying but it doesn't make any sense, and it’s all just feels like a bunch of unsettling non-sequiturs.

You are trapped in a mountain cabin with your European lover. It’s snowing outside and all roads are closed. It’s their birthday, but you’ve no access to fancy dining or any sort of luxury to elevate the evening. All you have is 2 bottles of French Malbec, a bag of potato chips and this tape to guide you through the many mood swings that will inevitably materialize before the night is over. Your musical puberty has begun. Keep drinking and keep on rocking until you pass out from exhaustion. In the morning you shall awake as a fully-blossomed adult ready for another year. Never forget where you came from.