
Seven tracks of fragile, nylon-string indie folk. A document of teenage interiority recorded with startling, unadorned intimacy.
It sounds like someone playing guitar at the foot of your bed while you're half-asleep.
A quiet, fragile intimacy that feels like reading a stranger's diary in a sunlit room.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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