
Five tracks of shivering midwestern folk and basement-tape intimacy. A raw, pill-blurred snapshot of isolation and early-career brilliance.
It's like a beautiful panic attack recorded on a four-track in a basement.
A fragile, pill-blurred descent into midwestern isolation and existential dread.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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