A fragile imagination of color and sound, empathy, ecstatic chaos and explosive mysticism. Nothing can compare to the universe that is within mister Playkid's head.

The snapping of a crickets leg against its wing, the buzzing of a humming bird quick to fly away at the slightest movement of ones wrist. There are many ways to view a train wreck but far less to hear the excruciation of its sound.