
Fifteen minutes of honeyed neo-soul and radical softness. A shimmering sanctuary of breathy vocals and warm, jazz-inflected production.
It's like a warm hug for your brain on a slow Sunday morning.
A radical, unwavering calm that functions as a sonic safe space for self-reflection.
Sunday Morning saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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