
Skeletal synth-pop with a heavy layer of tape hiss. Susan Anway’s ghostly vocals drift over cheap keyboards and drum machines in a beautiful, artificial fog.
It's like a haunted Casio keyboard playing love songs in a foggy basement.
A fragile, synthetic loneliness that feels like a transmission from a forgotten radio station.
The writing leans far further into surreal abstract than the rest of the catalogue.
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