The Year that Wasn’t traces a journey through a year spent in isolation, where days blurred into weeks, and dreams bled into reality. Drum and Bass breaks fuse with ethereal vocal slivers that give way to pulsing synth lines, soaring ambient textures, and tender piano melodies reveal an aching yearning for lost human contact.
A genre bending journey birthed from a year that felt like a waking nightmare. Drum n'bass sensibilities collide with neoclassical piano riffs, underscored by throbbing basslines, surrounded by skittering sound design. Vocoded vocals slithering in and out of synth lines made of dreamlight, hyperspeed drums transmitting directly into your amygdala, awakening your third eye to an ocean of ambient calm. Or some shit like that. Does anyone actually read these things? Writing about how amazing your own stuff sounds just feels ... I don't know, masturbatory or something. It's ick. I still love you, though, and that's what counts. That, and the knowledge that the concept of "I" is merely a construct, an illusion created by the mind and the true essence of who and what we are is luminous, kind, and eternal, and wholly connected, between each and every one of us and all living beings. Also, the new gluten free Oreos? Surprisingly good.
