
Ten minutes of skeletal, tape-hiss folk. Brief vignettes of roadside breakdowns and quiet domestic fractures captured in a damp, analog haze.
It's like finding a box of old tapes in a cabin and realizing they're all about your own life.
A quiet, persistent ache that feels as inevitable as the rain.
Rainy Day saturates this record a touch more than the artist's norm.
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