
Twelve tracks of murky, winter-starved folk. Breathless vocals float over clinical arrangements that feel both intimate and dangerously cold.
It sounds like a ghost story told in a very warm room that's slowly running out of oxygen.
A profound, quiet isolation that feels both protective and slightly suffocating.
The production is pushed notably harder into layered dense than this artist usually allows.
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