
A raw, unfiltered document of teenage isolation. Distorted guitars and primitive drum machines create a claustrophobic yet deeply intimate bedroom-pop diary.
It sounds like someone having a breakdown in their car and recording it to a laptop.
A frantic, claustrophobic exploration of isolation that oscillates between a whisper and a scream.
Solitude saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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