A title made of almost nothing: six dots and one letter, like a message cut off mid-signal. Fifteen tracks that refuse to land where you expect them. Beats splinter, grit rubs against the skin, voices are twisted out of shape, then everything stops and holds its breath. A melody flickers, and is gone. Nearly two years on, it still keeps its secrets past the first listen. Give it a whole night.
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