
Eleven minutes of tape-hiss intimacy and warped guitar melodies. A skeletal, heartbreaking snapshot of late-night isolation and teenage vulnerability.
It's like listening to someone's private voice memos set to really pretty, sad guitar.
A quiet, tape-saturated confession that feels like a heavy blanket on a cold night.
Late Night saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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