The title's cheerful irony cuts through immediately — Ataşehir, named after a dense Istanbul suburb, builds music that feels like concrete and fluorescent light rendered into sound. Slow, smeared chords drift past half-processed field recordings, suggesting urban spaces that promise comfort but deliver only repetition. The 2018 release carries a distinctly post-internet melancholy, the kind found in Google Street View dead-ends and real estate photography. Functional, flat, and quietly devastating.