Alexander The

Shattered glass in my headquarters

// June 8th, 2009 // [fe'ne-tik-s]

Broken glass everywhere. It seems like that these days. Broken stories with no solution. Just to steal a couple of shirts? A 3 am purchase and what you’ve bartered with me is your brick through my peripheral?

Pass through the psychedelic new age artifacts and the novelty history down the stairs into the tropic islands of the oriental pearl and you wound up at The End Studios. A shared space with Styrofoam Ones, Times Neue Roman, Huddle & Makeshift we are crashing the sounds from Toronto’s basements to club floors. Watch for the shows to come.