
Four tracks of tape-saturated Americana and dusty folk. A short, intimate collection of songs that sound like a transmission from a forgotten 1950s radio station.
It sounds like a ghost playing a guitar in a room full of old velvet.
A warm, sepia-toned collection of songs that feel like a comforting secret whispered in the dark.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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