A record about the things that end in the dark — and the people who wake up anyway. Heartland guitars, a voice that doesn't ask permission, and a sunrise you have to earn. First chapter of a trilogy: Morning → Afternoon → Night.
She writes songs that feel like the hour just before sunrise — indie pop with rock'n'roll teeth, two guitars, and the kind of honesty that's hard to fake. The best ones tend to come from the worst nights.
Real, a little nostalgic, allergic to the spotlight for its own sake. The music stays small and true even when the rooms get loud.
“the best stories come from real life.”
