For this mixtape, I initially wanted to choose a topic then form the playlist. I kept trying to force something that I really didn’t want to do and form a homunculus that didn’t want to live. So I took the surrealist approach and repressed my conscious urges, becoming a monkey at a typewriter and just clicking and clacking, following my intuition as to what belongs and what doesn’t. 

What sprang forth from this process is something I’m quite pleased with, a mix that much like February wraps the subject in a harsh, bitingly cold blanket of unmoving bleakness, that forces a deep moroseness but leaves room for serenity with the circumstances of it all.