
High-tension acoustic punk with a frantic, nasal delivery. Five tracks of unvarnished self-reflection and suburban anxiety recorded with raw, bedroom intimacy.
It sounds like someone having a very loud, very honest breakdown in the room next to yours.
A high-strung, jittery exploration of self-loathing and suburban isolation.
The production is pushed a touch harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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