
Twenty-four fragments of tape-hiss folk. A raw, surrealist debut that sounds like a transmission from a haunted cabin in the early 2000s.
It sounds like a ghost playing a guitar in your attic, and it's actually really beautiful.
A fragile, dusty intimacy that feels like discovering a box of lost polaroids.
The vocals lean notably further into raspy than the rest of the catalogue.
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