From the titular choices that involve cubby-house bliss/Mum's caress/peculiar places to stash oneself to the vocal choices that involve dead-float incoherence to the never-ending rustic nebulosity, this evokes the wonder of childhood memories and backyard shenanigans through a dingy and languid set of dream-state sketches. Atmospherically, it's decently distinct and even eerie and enchanting, structurally they're wide open, but good lord, the listlessness at hand here.
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