I love it when an album wins me by surprise from the very first sound onwards, even if knowing some of the ususal suspects (in this case Stephan Meidell and Stein Urheim). A cover, lost in colours, a record never running low on ideas. Nine compositions that fulfil wishes we didn‘t know we had – let’s call it „deep, deep exotica“ or „Talk Talk drum sparseness meets a Popol Vuhish sense of wonder“. Who knows if these guys were digging some Krautrock legends or just remembered some romantic outskirts of „Spirit of Eden‘s“ territory. Anyways, you are transported into a multi-coloured world of dreamy guitar strumming, self forgotten chants of joy and playfulness, distant tribal trance ceremonies, a theatre of friendly ghosts, and a one on/off appearance of a Bo Hansson vibe. Holy moly, what a record! (four stars, and No. 19 of my years-end-list).