
Eight tracks of tape-hiss folk and surrealist poetry. Recorded with a primitive intimacy that feels like eavesdropping on a forest spirit.
It sounds like a guy playing guitar in a haunted treehouse and it's actually beautiful.
A fragile, dusty collection of songs that feel like found objects from a dream.
The vocals lean far further into raw than the rest of the catalogue.
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