
Submerged 808s and detached, ghostly vocals. A masterclass in cloud rap that feels like navigating a digital city through a thick, neon-lit fog.
It sounds like your computer is having a very chill existential crisis at 3am.
A cold, digital isolation that feels strangely comforting in its consistency.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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