
Short, dusty jazz vignettes that feel like polaroids of a quiet room. A stripped-back departure into tape-saturated solitude and saxophone-led meditation.
It’s like a collection of beautiful, half-remembered jazz dreams recorded on an old cassette player.
A quiet, unresolved meditation that feels like a private conversation with a saxophone.
The vocals lean far further into absent than the rest of the catalogue.
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