
A skeletal fusion of grunge-inflected acoustic guitars and trap percussion. Intimate, bruised, and recorded with a raw, bedroom-studio immediacy.
It's like if Kurt Cobain had a drum machine and a lot of things he needed to get off his chest at 3am.
A bruised, quiet exhaustion that finds beauty in the wreckage of a mental breakdown.
It runs notably cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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