
Dry, unadorned indie folk that captures the quiet panic of entering your mid-twenties. Clean electric guitars and close-mic vocals create a space of total honesty.
It's like a warm hug from someone who is just as worried about growing up as you are.
A gentle but persistent ache of nostalgia mixed with the quiet terror of moving forward.
Golden Hour saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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