
A dusty, tape-hissed collection of folk songs that sounds like a long-lost radio transmission from a coastal cabin in 1989.
It sounds like a ghost playing a beat-up guitar in the room next to yours.
A sepia-toned, hushed meditation on memory that feels like a warm blanket in a cold room.
The writing leans notably further into nostalgia than the rest of the catalogue.
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