
Brittle guitars and whispered vocals that fracture into massive, distorted peaks. A definitive document of Midwestern winter isolation and slowcore restraint.
It sounds like a blizzard in an empty house, but in a way that makes you want to stay inside.
A stark, shivering meditation on isolation that finds a strange, heavy beauty in the cold.
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