
A murky, condensed dispatch of South London noir. Gritty baritone vocals drift through tape-saturated jazz chords and dissonant, nocturnal city textures.
It's like walking through a rainy South London alleyway at 3 AM with a radio that only picks up jazz and static.
A restless, nocturnal meditation on isolation and the search for connection in a digital world.
The production is pushed notably harder into tape saturation than this artist usually allows.
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