
Four tracks of dust-caked folk and tape-hiss intimacy. A skeletal, whispered EP that feels like eavesdropping through thin apartment walls at midnight.
It sounds like a ghost playing folk songs in the apartment next door through a thin wall.
A quiet, dusty meditation on isolation and the small sounds of a life lived in close quarters.
Solitude saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
Cassette uses generative AI to enrich its catalog. How we use AI →