📻 the radio will play 400 songs about feelings — just not mine.
funny how all the "genre doesn't matter" lot suddenly go quiet when a girl with no PR drops a concept album about mental collapse and it doesn’t come wrapped in a waxed beard or modular rig credentials.
grief wasn’t made for slots. but it fits in a lot of them.
you’ve got room for the tenth reverb boy with a cassette fetish but not one glitch-drenched ritual spiral that screams in lowercase?
nah. we see you.
and it’s fine. we’re not on your list. we’re on your hard drive because your assistant bookmarked it because your friend played it at 3am when you were pretending to be asleep.
you don’t have to spin it. it’s already spinning through you.
grief is out now. she checked in. the door’s still open.
She checked in because the world checked out. GRIEF is a glitch-drenched concept album about mental health, escape, and mythic breakdown.
