
Six tracks of skeletal folk and bruised blues. A raw, androgynous vocal performance that sounds like a heart being physically torn open in a quiet room.
It sounds like Janis Joplin reincarnated as a lonely folk singer in a quiet room.
A devastatingly intimate portrait of romantic dissolution told through a voice that sounds like it's breaking in real-time.
The production is pushed notably harder into stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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