
Seven tracks of clinical, murky indie folk. Intimate vocals meet sharp, anatomical lyrics and a cold, wintry atmosphere that feels both organic and unsettling.
It's like a beautiful folk record that's been left out in the rain until it started to rust.
A cold, clinical intimacy that feels like watching a forest decay in slow motion.
The production is pushed notably harder into stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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