In Hong Kong there was once a walled city. Kowloon.
An ungoverned 6-acre city within a city, home to 33,000 people. Urban density and decay in overdrive. A crush of tiny apartments. Trash and running water in the streets. Rare pools of light. Yet life maintained. Amidst the darkness and back-alley operators. Against the cold stone, ash, and dust.
An embodiment of the unplanned and unchecked, a mix of pessimism and isolationism, a Kowloon can grown within the mind before you know it. Twenty teetering stories of paralyzing uncertainty walled off from rational thought.
Know that the Kowloon was eventually demolished; a peaceful park of scenic gardens quietly rest in its place.
Crumbling echoes careen around the walls of Kowloon, an intimate 8-song EP mined along the edges of indie-rock, country, and folk.