
Warped tape textures and sun-bleached melodies. A collection of hazy bedroom demos and skeletal pop that feels like a lost 1970s private press cassette.
A sun-drenched, slightly disorienting nostalgia that feels like a half-remembered dream.
How does Mild High Club sound next to the rest of Mild High Club's catalogue?
This album stays in step with the catalogue across the board — no axis departs enough to be worth its own note. Hover the dots to see where each one sits.
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