Drew Sullivan's project has always favored warmth over abstraction, and this release leans fully into that tendency — guitar loops processed into something soft and unhurried, like late afternoon light through curtains you forgot to open. The textures feel domestic, built from recordings that seem to carry the faint memory of a melody. You can almost place it before it fades. Sullivan's signature analog warmth runs throughout, each layer dissolving into the next as though he has nowhere else to be. You can let it fill the room; those half-melodies are there if you want to follow them.