
A masterfully bruised collection of vintage soul and chamber pop. Avidan's singular, androgynous rasp navigates the wreckage of a failed relationship.
It's like a 1950s jazz club record found in the ruins of a modern breakup.
A sophisticated, theatrical exploration of romantic decay wrapped in vintage soul.
The production is pushed notably harder into analog warmth than this artist usually allows.
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