
Twelve tracks of fragile, wood-and-wire folk. Intimate acoustic guitars and felt-dampened pianos create a sanctuary of quiet, suburban melancholy.
It's like the quietest parts of a movie score turned into actual songs you can live inside.
A quiet, domestic sanctuary that finds profound beauty in the smallest acoustic details.
Sunday Morning saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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