
A transitional, shadow-draped EP of chamber-folk and raw indie rock. Quietly devastating acoustic arrangements meet swelling strings and a haunting, intimate baritone.
It's the ultimate late-night, rainy-day EP that shows exactly how The National became the band they are today.
A fragile, rain-soaked intimacy that slowly swells into cinematic, string-laden melancholy.
The instrumentation foregrounds acoustic guitar notably more than the catalogue usually does.
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