Emotional Labor

The debut from Lil’ Empath - six tracks of therapy trap, sincere about both words. The beats are half-time and underwater; the adlibs are affirmations; the one hook on the record is the phrase I hear you pitched down until it sounds like it means it.

There’s an interlude that is only breathing, a love song addressed to a boundary, and a closer in which he apologizes for taking up so much of the runtime. No counts, no cars, no opps - just a young man holding space at industrial scale.

He’d like you to know the record will be available when it’s ready, and that there’s no pressure either way.