My personal playlist for this weekend in the woods: „The Cursed Forest Tapes“
Half-dream and half-nightmare nostalgia for cabins, dusk, and the things lurking between trees.
Music that is haunted but sometimes also a little tender.
Probably like some old tape you’d find in a cabin drawer next to dead batteries and a Polaroid of people who absolutely should have left the woods before sunset.
Folk fragments, moss-covered drones, distant bells and damaged lullabies that know the trees are listening.














