Gruff.
No apologies.
Everything worn daily. Nothing worn loudly.
Steel on your wrist. Leather in your pocket. Matte finish on everything. A full kit that doesn’t perform. It just holds.
The Kit
All pieces →
The same man. Both rooms.
Details that read immediately to those who know. Nothing at all to those who don’t. That’s exactly the point.
You read the footnotes in the contract. You know every riff on that record. You don’t explain yourself in either room. Gruff doesn’t explain itself either.