“Come on let me hold your hand, and see, this life, is real...”
Luke Deane
Composer



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began as an album of startup sounds created for fictional operating systems. The startup sounds were all named (distortedly) after close friends. Since it’s inception, the album became a sprawling mess of remixes and digital re-workings of these sounds and their respective universes. A digital choir lurks in the jungle, a Norweigan boat tour through fjords becomes a introspective dream.

Cargo Collective, Inc.
Los Angeles, Calif.