
Seventy-five minutes of interlocking guitar webs and submerged vocals. A sprawling, melancholic document of recovery and urban isolation.
It's like a 75-minute fever dream of beautiful guitars and late-night city vibes.
A sprawling, drug-fogged meditation on recovery that balances shimmering beauty with deep-seated anxiety.
The writing leans far further into addiction than the rest of the catalogue.
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