
Thirteen tracks of hushed, close-miked folk exploring the wreckage of a divorce. Sparse acoustic guitars and whispered vocals that feel like a secret shared at 3am.
It's the musical equivalent of a long, honest talk in a dark room where nobody wants to turn the lights on.
A profound, hushed intimacy that feels like eavesdropping on a private moment of grief.
The writing leans notably further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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