
Sparse, submerged pop that feels like a secret whispered in a tiled room. Deadpan vocals meet murky, minimalist production for deep late-night introspection.
It sounds like someone whispering their darkest secrets to you in a dark, empty swimming pool.
A quiet, submerged vulnerability that feels both deeply private and clinically detached.
The instrumentation foregrounds electric guitar notably more than the catalogue usually does.
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