“Humans may hibernate. But if man is the machine, when does he overheat? Certainly not in winter, when his gears him forward, even if at a slower pace, propelling him onward into the next stage.” — Golden Threat

This is the soundtrack for the end of the days, for the end of an era. A drone of sounds made for tape-decks, for smartphones, and for the cloud. For the ones we lost, and for the newborns. A mixtape for all of us. Enjoy!