
Four tracks of murky, reverb-soaked slowcore. A skeletal and intimate blueprint of the Southern Gothic pop that would later define Ethel Cain's sound.
It sounds like a ghost haunting her own childhood bedroom.
A heavy, humid sense of longing and isolation captured in a lo-fi haze.
The instrumentation foregrounds electric guitar a touch more than the catalogue usually does.
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