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Moodily setting the scene within a cold, mysterious land, the subtly chilling textures of Jotunheimen are more than appropriate... soft, tinkling clatters appear over ominously drifting synth swells which segue into Finnmark, where soft, tribalistic rhythms (and occasional bell, shaker and organic sounds) emerge from the grey synthmists. 66033' marks the spot for placidly sparkling rays and atmospheric washes adorned by some textures, bells and icy wind.
The sound of the Old Man Walking (11:41) is a shuffling (almost train-like) cycle against soft waves; eventually a crackling fire and chant are discernable deep within the mix. A short bit, Really Trolls features slight shimmers and glints.
Fjell og Fjord consists of grittier sounds (Is that Anke I hear?) cast over swelling gusts and eventually, distant ethnic percussion.
Against a frigid howl of faraway winds, Polarnights is envigorated by soft, rhthmic effects and a swirling miasma of sonic ephemera, fading into the windblown world of
Hardanger Vidda, where flutes are intermittently heard, crying out into the void, joined by waterdrumming and assorted tribal instruments. The pattering of ceramic bowls manages to cut through the frosty haze Tussen (1:13), at least temporarily.
Man of Aran evolves from the previous piece, spreading into a driftier expanse, with a chugging background accompaniment, sifting grains of snow and assorted other light touches. A splashy pattern is explored At the Waterfall, which recedes then returns. In the end, it's the Beginning... drizzle seems to fall over an almost-symphonic drone intermingled with a sweetly swirling gauze. The weather clears, and after six minutes, non-intrusive percussion and fauna sounds enter the scene, fortifying this definitely brighter time in a sometimes forboding land.
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