Edda Magnason



Amazing and demanding album, a rare opus, absolutely achieved and complete (meaning you could actually only listen to it and don’t look for other albums a serious while, I would at least). Great music, arrangements, songs, feeling. Like some new colors for your living room you ignored still before, one that affects your home hours I mean. Somewhere between Kate Bush and Robert Wyatt, more pop though, more inflight, through the clouds and under the sun … I can’t give you a better example than this one: each song feels like being repeated a few times before going to next. When this happened last time?