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music trickling through spaces somewhere in the woods grown over the strange rusted out husks of company towns. haunting the 8-track car stereos of abandoned ufo watchers' station wagons. celestial and possessed of a sinister undertone.
turns into a cryptid indeed
can't pick favorites, this is a sonic web all caught up in itself. self contained as it were. and self assured of that fact in very clever bits. aotihav
These almost heartbreakingly gentle felted piano compositions have the delicacy and loveliness of slow-falling snow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2023