
Fifteen tracks of skeletal folk recorded on a four-track in a basement. Sparse, percussive, and intensely intimate, like a secret shared in the dead of winter.
It sounds like he's sitting right next to you in a cold room, just him and a guitar.
A stark, solitary meditation that feels like a cold wind blowing through an empty house.
The production is pushed a touch harder into stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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