The future of music isn't on a streaming service. It's sitting on your hard drive.

It's never been more exciting to be a musician. It's also never been more f****d.

Anyone can make a hit from their bedroom.

Everyone has their chance to be heard by the world.

But the algorithms were never in touch with why we make art.

Art doesn’t have to be made for the masses.

We make it because it feels good, because we can’t help it.

We make it for our friends, our family.

We make it for ourselves.

For every song on a streaming service, there are many more collecting dust on hard drives...

Sitting in the purgatory of dead links and forgotten folders… forever unfinished, unreleased.

We believe these ideas have untapped potential.

We believe they are diamonds in the rough.

Reality has been distorted by the illusion of perfection.

So we only share what’s polished.

But what if our dormant ideas hold potential we can't see ourselves?