Nothing Changes Under the Sun

Layered, patient, and built for low-light listening — Andy Heath stacks acoustic guitars, soft drum machines, and drifting synth pads until the whole thing feels like a slow exhale. The tempos stay deliberate and nothing overstays its welcome. There's a melancholy in the sequencing that builds across the full runtime rather than announcing itself upfront. Good late-evening record.

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