
Skeletal electric guitar and hollow percussion support Chan Marshall's most haunting, unvarnished vocals. A murky, slowcore-adjacent document of mid-90s isolation.
It's like a beautiful, sad ghost playing guitar in your living room at 4 AM.
A heavy, claustrophobic intimacy that feels both fragile and dangerously honest.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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