After the Static floats in that space between memory and interference—where late-night thoughts blur with old voicemail echoes and half-remembered conversations. Airy vocals drift over soft synth beds, warm bass, and hypnotic beats, like driving through a familiar city at 2 a.m. with the radio just a little too low.

These songs live in déjà vu and fractured love—the feeling of scrolling through old photos you swore you’d deleted, the quiet collapse after the noise dies down, the strange comfort of replaying what’s already gone. It’s hazy, shimmering, and a little broken on purpose… the soundtrack to everything that lingers after the static clears.

All the Wrong Places (Radio Edit)

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