Number Six has been an absolute slog. At one point I deleted 93.3 gigs of working files and started over. And the recreation was just as cursed. I had resonances that I couldn’t get the fuck rid of. I notched them bitches out. Hardcore. And still they remain. 2k I’m looking at you: piercing sanity destroying contrarian, ready to jump in any minute to wreck havoc on those around you. I had to take extreme measures to exorcise this one, took a while, like a month.
A month of madness and anxiety and hurt. And then there was this track, in the background, taunting me from the shadows.
