
Sparse, tape-hiss folk recorded with a ghost-like intimacy. A debut that feels like a secret whispered in a drafty room during the first frost of November.
It's like a dusty, half-forgotten folk record you'd find in a cabin and keep for yourself.
A shivering, solitary walk through a town where you know everyone but talk to no one.
Autumn Walk saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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