
A dusty attic of sound where operatic trills meet wind-up toys and hip-hop beats. Intimate, surreal, and deeply haunting freak-folk.
It sounds like a haunted Victorian dollhouse that somehow learned how to make hip-hop beats.
A fragile, unsettling beauty that feels like a half-remembered dream from a dusty childhood attic.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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