We palm this mixtape to you in the hallways, sneak it into your locker, your backpack. We want you to listen to it your hand-me-down car, to pipe it through your headphones between classes. It is the soundtrack to the greatest teen witch movie that never was. We have imagined it and now it is yours in two pieces: Side A and Side B.
We return again with an offering. Take these words, these images, these sounds. Use them, my friend, as you suffer the long winter. Distract yourself with all our pretty trinkets, all the treasures we have collected for you.
These are the sounds of Grimoire #1. They are auditory hallucinations, sonic renderings of the spells we want to cast in our writings and the moods we want to feel when we read. They are clouds of noise and chilly fragments and longing and possession and moments that have been burned around the edges. Press play. We dare you.