
Stripped-back acoustic vignettes recorded with heavy tape hiss. A cold, intimate snapshot of Pacific Northwest isolation and unvarnished storytelling.
It sounds like a secret someone whispered into a cheap tape recorder in the middle of a snowstorm.
A stark, solitary meditation that feels like a cold room warmed only by a single candle.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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