
Vulnerable, androgynous folk-soul. Raw vocals meet warm analog production for a record that feels like a private confession in a dusty room.
It sounds like a ghost singing the blues in a sun-drenched California shack.
A weary, elegant surrender to the inevitability of loss.
The production is pushed notably harder into analog warmth than this artist usually allows.
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