D6(1) by Distortion six
I didn’t hear sound for a long time. And when I did... it wasn’t music. It was electricity. It was broken glass in sunlight. Engines stalling middle of nowhere.
They call me Distortion Six. I work with wreckage. Damaged things. Things left behind. I like the mistakes. I like the noise. I like when sound feels like a bad dream but you don’t want to wake up.
Perfect music is dead. I like mine alive.