Half Mystic began as a grand experiment in championing work that lives between literature & song, hope & fight, horizon & sea.
Read MoreNothing in this place has ever been abandoned. If we sound desperate, that’s only because we know what our hands can do.
Read MoreThank you for teaching us the grace of sandpaper, the razor-kiss of wreckage, staccato-sharp skeleton strung up to a 4/4 time signature.
Read MoreThe songs our team has been spinning as we work to curate your—& our own—burning & cracking & aching into something beautiful for you.
Read MoreThis issue is not a crescendo but a car crash, perfect as death, sudden as becoming. It eats its ghosts alive, mouth raw & open. It refuses to blink.
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