
Five extended tracks of atonal, isolated folk. Sparse acoustic guitar and a voice that sounds like it's coming from a room you weren't meant to enter.
It sounds like a guy playing guitar in a basement at 4 AM while trying not to wake the neighbors.
A stark, uncompromising portrait of isolation and the heavy silence that follows a breakup.
The writing leans far further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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