josedenoche Words can't fathom enough the overwhelmed impression this outstanding tryptic of dark poetry left in this humble listener. Nuanced in introspective sombre trip hop that beckons its spectator to gleam through the shadowy aspect of existence, you're dragged in blurry vision of impermanence, cascading in collages of moments past due, making a subtle quandary of glitchy memories tied in neo-noir puzzles where the ephemeral comunes in vast bliss of nullification. In polaroid, beauty muse silently. Favorite track: a less treacherous form of leaching (ft. Human Head).