Eclectic: the sole descriptor to evoke Hasan’s music. Just try to pin it down; to assign it a genre; to describe it to a friend. Unpossible. It’s as elusive and ephemeral as those snowflakes you ran outside to photograph during the first storm of the season. Just as clearly as you see the complex, crystalline structure of the flake that lands on the palm of your black glove, you hear Hasan’s music. And by the time you try to put his unaccountable sound in its place, your thoughts disappear before your mind only to arise again with the new beat (or, what you thought was the new beat). Just as the next flake of snow falling from the night sky replaces the one that melt in your hand before you could capture it. Of course, being a producer before trying his hand at mixing certainly helped his style evolve. Always haunted by that beat in his head, he’ll latch on to anything that creates a vibration. His influences include cartoon theme songs, TV commercial jingles and his washing machine.