
A bedroom-recorded symphony of Balkan brass and fragile ukulele. Dusty, melancholic, and sounding like a lost transmission from a 19th-century European village.
It's like a brass band funeral in a dusty New Mexico bedroom and somehow it's beautiful.
A dusty, sepia-toned celebration of loneliness and imaginary travel.
The production is built around lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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