Four tracks which move from sinister corners of life to heavy concrete walls, impossible to surmounts. Blooded fists. Grey skies. And everything else MRT can be. Mitchell Goor is someone not keen on public appearance. He works in the dark, piecing together relentless drum patterns and brooding melodies. Picturing fragments of decay. The self destructive, The space in between, The tourists have lost their minds, The unfortunate, four particular moments in his life, things that changed him, for better or worse.