
Four tracks of icy, tape-saturated shoegaze and morbid pop. A masterclass in balancing beautiful melodies with psychological decay.
It sounds like a gorgeous dream pop record that was left out in the rain to rust.
A cold, clinical melancholy wrapped in warm, decaying analog static.
The vocals lean notably further into ethereal than the rest of the catalogue.
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