
Twelve minutes of skeletal, nature-obsessed folk. Recorded with a raw, tape-hiss intimacy that feels like finding a private diary in a forest cabin.
It sounds like Matt Costa went into the woods with a tape recorder and forgot the world existed.
A quiet, mossy solitude that feels both ancient and deeply personal.
Forest saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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