
Four tracks of brittle, atonal acoustic guitar and weary vocals. A stark document of winter isolation that feels like a private transmission from a locked room.
It's like listening to a ghost play guitar in a house made of ice.
A stark, frozen meditation on being alone that feels both unsettling and strangely peaceful.
The instrumentation foregrounds acoustic guitar a touch more than the catalogue usually does.
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