
Seven fragile, tape-saturated folk sketches recorded in isolation. Sparse acoustic guitars, hushed vocals, and warm room hiss create a deeply intimate winter shelter.
It sounds like a guy playing acoustic guitar in a cold cabin with a tape recorder running, and it's incredibly beautiful.
A quiet, winter-chilled solitude that finds comfort in tape hiss and simple acoustic strums.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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