
Four tracks of literary, tape-saturated pop. Hushed vocals, bright brass flourishes, and character-driven stories that feel like reading a private diary.
It's like finding a lost novella from the 90s set to the sound of a warm trumpet and an acoustic guitar.
A gentle, literate melancholy that feels both deeply private and universally relatable.
It runs a touch cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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