
Twenty-three tracks of submerged, hazy cloud rap. A sprawling, lo-fi document of digital isolation and late-night basement production.
It sounds like rapping inside a lava lamp at 4 AM.
A heavy, digital fog that feels both isolating and strangely comforting.
The writing leans notably further into surreal abstract than the rest of the catalogue.
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