
Seventeen minutes of tape-saturated sketches and whispered secrets. A fragile, lo-fi folk record that feels like finding a lost cassette in a thrift store jacket.
July 26, 2017 · Mt. Home Arts
A fragile, tape-hissed intimacy that feels like reading a stranger's diary in the middle of the night.
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