
Seventeen minutes of tape-saturated sketches and whispered secrets. A fragile, lo-fi folk record that feels like finding a lost cassette in a thrift store jacket.
It sounds like a secret someone whispered into a cassette recorder and then accidentally left on your doorstep.
A fragile, tape-hissed intimacy that feels like reading a stranger's diary in the middle of the night.
The energy sits where this artist usually lives — held steady, not a departure.
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