
Murky, slow-burning metal that feels like a lost VHS tape of a midnight ritual. Heavy on atmosphere, low on polish, and deeply committed to the shadows.
It's like a haunted biker bar jukebox that only plays songs about the end of the world.
A heavy, unpolished descent into midnight solitude and occult blues.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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