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You Can’t See Me

by Ignatz.

A shining talisman sent by the trusty lo-fi gods to beam a path out of darkness – good ole Ignatz does it again. By now he’s gone beyond the moniker to represent a near-disembodied entity, a humble personnage dwelling in spectral zones where ghost birds float attuned to the primal resonance of loner blues. You Can’t See Me, Ignatz’s latest outing on KRAAK, fully lays bare the vulnerability that has been an i luminated thread in his music, cultivating the kind of sparsity which hints towards ineffable truths.