
A winter-worn collection of acoustic folk. Raw, gravelly vocals and skeletal arrangements capture the isolation of a drafty room in 1994.
It's David Gray before the synthesizers, sounding like he's singing to keep warm in a cold room.
A stark and shivering intimacy that feels like a private confession in the dead of winter.
Winter saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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