Unsurprisingly, Salt og Vind evidences an epiphany of nature’s oracle guidance within a much more broadening and developing vista.
An epiphany of nature’s oracle guidance
Ushering in rich densified breadths through winding longevities, frigid augury 12k artist Pjusk (Jostein Dahl Gjelsvik) returns with Salt og Vind (Salt & Wind) from a prolix eight-year interim of ambrosial plush sensitivity, genteelly mastered by Taylor Deupree.
Through the lilts traipsing here delicately from the anterior points with “Det som aldri forsvinner” harbingering directly into (ref. The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa) subsonic fragmental looped weeping aside “Ferbertanker,” the communicative sway ward is just one fulfilling step back or forward. Polyphonically comforting “Alt ble så uklart” further touches the exotic as pulsatingly atonal magma is defined so precisely in “Uro,” and the final haps of “Trenger å være stille.”
Unsurprisingly, Salt og Vind evidences an epiphany of nature’s oracle guidance within a much more broadening and developing vista currently questioning humanity’s overwhelming inability to grasp the unvarying eternal outside of a world of panopticon guise obsessions defined by self-gratification and temporary fulfillment.
Salt og Vind is available on 12k. [Bandcamp]
