My first foray into production a few years ago. Stopped making music after my uncle drunkenly smashed my laptop with a hammer (which, in retrospect, sounds pretty sick). Thought I’d share since I’m finally jumping back into it, and this time with my own hammer.
The Soul of Rob
Nightman
Nightman
A Memory
The Soul of Rob
For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of, and so too, the hand types.
For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of, and so too, the hand types. 
