
Skeletal folk songs recorded with a fragile, tape-hiss intimacy. A collection of clinical observations and nomadic tales delivered in a haunting, airy croon.
It sounds like a ghost trying to remember what it felt like to be in a hospital bed.
A fragile, clinical stillness that feels both deeply intimate and strangely detached.
The production is built around sparse bare than this artist usually allows.
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