This one runs slow and close, the kind of listening you do with the lamp off and the volume low enough to hear the amp hum underneath everything. Guitars arrive as thick walls of sustain rather than riffs, smeared into one another until the edges disappear. Reverb hangs in the room long after each strum, so transitions feel less like cuts and more like tide movement. Some tracks lean into doom weight, with bass that sits low and patient, while others drift toward slowcore fragility, where a single chord rings out and the drums barely register. Post-rock stretches give the set its sense of distance, as if the music is coming from another room in the house. It is best played after midnight, alone or with one other person, when the quiet between songs feels like part of the record.