
Eight tracks of murky, tape-saturated cloud rap. A cold and insular mixtape that feels like a lonely winter night in a Stockholm apartment.
It's like a cold, lonely walk through Stockholm with headphones on and the world on mute.
A cold, insular fog of digital melancholy and urban isolation.
The vocals lean a touch further into deadpan than the rest of the catalogue.
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