Panthurr explored the depths of nostalgia-driven-33 1/3 RPMs, and pursued the art of sonic amalgamations.
The idea of turning one's trash into his personal treasure always sounded a bit short of a hearty cliche, until he stumbled upon three relics. The first, a record player. The second, milk-crates containing mildew-scented-vinyl. The third, a mind set on the creativity of potential abstraction. In the next few weeks that followed, his bedroom light remained eternal, and he began utilizing his record stylus as a shovel to dig himself into a multiverse of sampling and sound. These are his stories.