We are never privy to this genius in motion – it’s as if Peep’s music materialised by magic. Instead, we see him repeatedly on stage at tiny, smoky venues, his eyes closed, his voice barely audible beneath the roar of his fans. In one video, Peep is so high he can barely speak, let alone perform. He stands on stage, motionless, his back to the audience, tightly clutching a microphone. His one-time tour manager Sherwin Shapouri wanted to report the venue for overcrowding so officials would shut down the gig without Peep having to declare himself unfit to perform.

Eventually, they sent the fog machine into overdrive so as to hide Peep’s face, giving him time to compose himself. “And then it was like something snapped. And he killed the rest of the show,” says Shapouri in the film, describing how, when Peep came off stage, he put an ecstasy pill in his mouth. “I literally put my hand in his mouth to try and fish it out,” he continues. But Peep escaped and went to the bathroom to swallow it.

Despite the documentary’s objective focus on Peep’s drug use, director Ramez Silyan believes the musician was not a drug addict. “People forget how young Peep was. I don't meant to infantilize him but he was barely a young man. The life you saw him lead via social media and his music were from a lot of his college years. He was experimenting very publicly and it was something he always spoke about growing out of. He always looked up to Anthony Keadis, and I saw him many times with his autobiography in his hand. He would say, 'This is my idol. Right now I’m doing my younger days thing, but this isn’t something going to continue.'