
Eight concise character studies captured on warm analog tape. A dusty, melodic collection of indie folk vignettes that feels like a found box of polaroids.
It's like eavesdropping on a series of very interesting, very quiet conversations from 1977.
A gentle, sepia-toned collection of memories that feels both deeply personal and mysteriously distant.
Sunday Morning saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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