
Seven tracks of fragile, tape-saturated bedroom folk. A skeletal collection of whispered secrets and acoustic sketches that feel like reading a private diary.
It's like listening to someone's heart break in the room next to you through a very thin wall.
A quiet, devastating honesty that feels like a secret shared in the dark.
It runs a touch hotter than this artist's baseline.
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