
A raw, salt-sprayed debut of lo-fi indie folk. Ethereal vocals drift over jagged acoustic guitars and somber cello, capturing the restless intimacy of the early 90s.
It's like a haunted acoustic session recorded in a beach house at 3 AM.
A fragile, salt-sprayed intimacy that feels both ancient and urgently personal.
The production is pushed a touch harder into stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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