Seven tracks of skeletal, smoke-stained trip-hop. A claustrophobic collection of urban sketches that prioritizes texture and tension over traditional melody.
It's like eavesdropping on a ghost in a rain-soaked alleyway.
A persistent, low-level paranoia that feels both claustrophobic and strangely intimate.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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