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Edward Skeletrix’s Body of Work feels less like an album and more like something you stumble into—like a room that was already thinking before you arrived. The title isn’t just a title; it’s almost a warning. A “body of work” suggests completion, something neatly packaged. But what you actually get is fragmented, restless, alive in a way that refuses to stay still long enough to be understood.

There’s this strange tension running through it: is the ... read more