We almost didn’t put this out. For about a year it lived on a phone, in a folder named “maybe,” and every time we opened it one of us found a reason to wait — a flat note, a door slamming in track three, the hiss you can hear under everything.
Then we remembered the only rule we actually believe in: show it before you’re ready, or you never will.
So here it is, hiss and all. The slamming door stayed in. The flat note is Dora’s, and she’d like you to know it’s flat on purpose now. We recorded most of it in a kitchen because that’s where the kettle was, and where we weren’t scared.
If any of this makes you want to go make the thing you’ve been waiting on — that’s the whole point. Consider this a door, propped open.