
A skeletal collection of urban folk vignettes recorded through a thick layer of tape hiss. Cold, clinical, and deeply lonely.
It's like finding a box of old cassette tapes in a haunted attic during a snowstorm.
A profound, wintery isolation that feels both clinical and deeply haunted.
Winter saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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