
Sun-drenched indie pop recorded with a heavy dose of tape hiss. A collection of romantic, hazy melodies that feel like a lost 1970s cassette found in a thrift store.
It sounds like a soul record from 1974 that spent twenty years melting in the back of a car.
A gentle, sun-bleached melancholy that feels like a warm hug from a ghost.
Golden Hour sits a touch further back here, leaving more open air than usual.
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