Absence Of Colour

Written from the kitchen tables and half-lit hallways where trauma learned to keep the lights low and the volume down, these songs trace the long, unglamorous path from survival to something that looks like choosing to stay anyway. No redemption arcs. No clean slates. Just two people learning to come home loud, leave the lights on, and laugh in the gray they were handed. Raw, grunge-tinged, and unflinchingly domestic, Absence Of Colour is the sound of muscle memory fighting a new story — and slowly, stubbornly, starting to lose.