
Quivering vocals and dusty acoustic arrangements that feel like a nervous breakdown in a quiet room. The definitive document of early 2000s indie-folk angst.
It's like reading someone's diary while they're crying in the next room, but with better melodies.
A desperate, theatrical exploration of isolation and the fear of being found out.
The vocals lean far further into intense than the rest of the catalogue.
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