
Sparse, tape-hiss folk recorded with a skeletal intimacy. A collection of fragile songs that feel like found objects from a deserted Appalachian cabin.
It's like a haunted campfire session recorded on a broken tape deck.
A stark, lonely meditation that feels like a private confession whispered in a cold room.
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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