
A fragile collection of bedroom folk and spoken word. Tape hiss and whispered vocals create a soundscape that feels like reading a stolen diary.
It's like listening to someone's most private thoughts through a thin apartment wall.
A profound, quiet isolation that feels both claustrophobic and deeply comforting.
The instrumentation foregrounds acoustic guitar a touch more than the catalogue usually does.
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