
Twelve months of lunar-cycle covers rendered in a hazy, intimate fog. Stripped-back Americana that feels like a private conversation held at 3am.
It's like a warm, slightly crackly radio broadcast from a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
A quiet, reverent collection of late-night hymns that feel both lonely and deeply comforting.
Midnight saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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