
Seven minutes of murky, jazz-inflected trap. A dense exploration of mental exhaustion and nihilism recorded with a warm, tape-saturated grit.
December 17, 2016 · G*59 Records
A heavy, smoke-filled descent into late-night introspection and melodic despair.
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Melancholic saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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