
A skeletal debut of tape-hiss folk and ghostly fingerstyle guitar. Recorded with a stark, dusty intimacy that feels like a private transmission from a winter cabin.
It's like listening to a ghost play guitar in the room next door through a thin wall.
A profound, solitary stillness that feels like watching dust motes dance in a beam of fading light.
Melancholic saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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