A full band, finally. Bass, drums, electric guitar. Still Eli and Sable at the center, but louder and less patient. The objects are gone — now it's just people. Messy, distorted, alive. Recorded at Electrical Audio, Chicago.
Sable starts playing more. A second guitar enters — then a drum machine they borrowed and never returned. Still quiet, but restless. Songs about leaving and the architecture that makes leaving hard.
The debut. Sparse fingerpicked guitar. Hushed vocals. Recorded in one sitting in Eli's childhood bedroom. 200 copies pressed. Sold out. The closet was open.