The newest one — a lucid, biting breakup song. You watch an ex run the same game on someone new, you read every pattern (cherry red lies underneath), and you walk away free. Indie pop with teeth, 120 BPM. Streaming now — track 2 of Morning.
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.”
