If you have read the long poem "Nordlands Trompet" by Norwegian writer Petter Dass, you will surely remember the charming image of harsh, cold, ceramic, but stunningly beautiful, slow-flowing Norway.
Yes, this is exactly how we see that distant, meager, frozen land: the silk ink of the polar night sky and huge bluish stars spreading across it, snow and ice sparkling in the light of the port searchlight on the sides of the av skipet fishing boat, dumps of frozen fish in snow-covered ... read more
Melancholy and folk
I recently listened to this unique artifact from the turbulent 70s for progressive music, and it took me by the soul so much that I wanted to write something here.
The band's name directly hints at the name of the German poet and idealistic philosopher Helderlin Friedrich, and you know, this album is poetry, concentrated both in music and in a few lyrics: the solo flute and mellotron are replaced by subtle and gentle female vocals, folk acoustic melodic parts, and the ... read more