
Sparse, dusty acoustic folk that feels like a collection of sepia-toned short stories. Raw, intimate, and deeply rooted in a mythical American landscape.
It's like finding a box of old, slightly damp letters in a cabin attic.
A quiet, dusty solitude that feels both lonely and deeply comfortable.
The production is pushed notably harder into stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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