
A quiet collision of alt-country pedal steel and deadpan indie pop. Sparse, intimate, and deeply focused on the small aches of being alone.
It's like a country record made by someone who spends too much time in their bedroom thinking about their ex.
A quiet, humid loneliness that feels both comforting and slightly achey.
The writing leans notably further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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