
Four sprawling tracks of tape-hiss folk and ambient drift. A heavy, uncomfortably honest document of isolation recorded in the dead of night.
It's like listening to a stranger's voicemail to themselves at 3am.
A heavy, static-filled exploration of isolation and the slow process of healing.
It runs a touch cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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