MUSIC MARGINS: Sara Tonin




Our EIC's rapper alter ego Sara Tonin has released their first EP, Self Care. 

Lo-fi and super DIY, Sara Tonin uses Creative Commons beats from the internet to tell morbid tales of mental illness, from pills to panic attacks. 

This EP is the first official release from our brother label, Punk Monk Records! 

Watch the music video for the single ft Halifax rapper paollo13: 







Listen to the full album for free on Bandcamp. 

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