
Dusty, tape-saturated soul that sounds like a forgotten 1960s demo tape. Sparse arrangements and a fragile falsetto create an intimate, sun-drenched melancholy.
It sounds like a lost Motown record that someone found in a shoebox and decided to share with the world.
A gentle, sun-soaked melancholy that feels like a warm hug from a ghost.
The writing leans notably further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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