
Thirteen tracks of tape-hiss folk and whispered confessions. A fragile, bedroom-recorded document of longing that feels like reading a stolen diary.
It sounds like a secret someone whispered into a tape recorder in the middle of the night.
A fragile, dusty collection of memories that feels like a heavy heart trying to find words in a quiet room.
The writing leans notably further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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