Taken by itself, each small, individual element of insanity or love or excitement or addiction is a recognizable entity, common and normal and maybe even unremarkable. But through some chemical reaction of perception or emotion, the everyday elements may combine and accelerate and swirl into a frenetic mix--a congealing and a transformation--and suddenly there's a new entity with a different life and definition and sum. I hear some epic connection between these simple components and complex conglomeration, between ancient and modern, between chaos and choreography.
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This is not one song. It is a thousand parts of a thousand songs. Somehow, it blends. And yet, this never-consistent quality can be frustrating. There is no space, no time to get on board. Just when you catch the mood it drifts away.
In a way, this cut and paste approach is quite modern. The balance is the very traditional instruments used.
The first time I heard it, all I knew was something scandanavian was going on. I don't think I know much more now, but I like it. It is very organic, shifting and changing, but so precise.
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