
A stark, spoken-word transmission from the edge of isolation. Minimalist acoustic fragments and a thirty-minute opening monologue define this haunting 2001 release.
It sounds like a found tape of a ghost talking to himself in an empty house.
A profound and unsettling stillness that feels like being the last person on earth.
The vocals lean far further into spoken word than the rest of the catalogue.
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