
Five tracks of subdued, melodic introspection. A departure from high-speed aggression toward a murky, late-night haze of existential doubt and soft keys.
It's like Pouya finally stopped running and just sat down in the dark to talk to himself.
A heavy, resigned stillness that feels like the emotional hangover of a long period of anxiety.
It runs markedly cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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