
Six tracks of tape-warped slowcore and submerged folk. A dusty, fragile collection of songs that sound like memories losing their edges in the cold.
It sounds like a ghost playing a piano in a house where it's always winter.
A fragile, tape-hiss-soaked meditation on memory and isolation that feels like a cold winter night.
The writing leans a touch further into nostalgia than the rest of the catalogue.
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