Summary; Nano Crisis is the label under which my solo music ends up. Wasted is born during a time in which alot of close friends were struggling with drug abuse and relationship issues. This sparked a reminescence of old experiences forging my empathetic journey of creativity. The self perpetuating music of bitter sweet sonatas during these times of hardship can lock someone in a room rocking back and forth on their silky bed sheets clinging their mink dunas whilst staring out the window into modern suburbia, at this point drooling in a contemplative silence, on their own existance ... wait that's nickleback fans ... so to remedy this syndrome I gathered what a sympathetic fool might need to hurdle this slump of a butt-hurt is a bright aggressive outlet. Kind of like, Daft Punk and The Beach Boys concieve their love child in a Metallica mosh-pit.
Everything is composed/produced/perform ed (badly) and edited by me in my own small (really small) home studio.