
Grainy, reverb-soaked alt-country recorded in a Kentucky silo. A murky collection of early sketches that feel like a fading polaroid of rural isolation.
It sounds like a ghost playing country songs in a giant empty barn.
A lonely, reverb-drenched ache that feels like watching a sunset through a dirty window.
Fog saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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