
A raw, improvised collaboration between Connan and his father. Dissonant acoustic sketches and desert wind recordings replace his usual melted pop sheen.
It sounds like Connan and his dad got lost in the desert with a tape recorder and decided to stay there.
A haunting and skeletal meditation on family and isolation in the desert.
The instrumentation foregrounds acoustic guitar far more than the catalogue usually does.
Cassette uses generative AI to enrich its catalog. How we use AI →