
A fragile document of teenage isolation recorded to four-track tape. Brutally honest, unpolished, and vibrating with the nervous energy of a young Conor Oberst.
It's like finding a box of old cassette tapes from the most sensitive kid in high school.
A raw, unshielded transmission of adolescent loneliness and midwestern winter isolation.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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