No pining for the fjords more a cosmic jam. Drawn from August's Sympathetic Magic let's get a small cavil out of the way with a harrumph of a mutter about the overly wordy 'Up To The Sun Shall Go Your Heartache'. Forget healed - did you get burnt? There are blisters on your blisters. The otherwise blameless track has an audaciously sprawling astral flourish to it curveballed towards an improviser's way of thinking that makes up for the away day down the ashram feel. While there isn't a lot of harmonic development, it's more a warm immersive wash of a feeling with a lot of saturated colour the balm in the process. Layers and layers usher us into a beatific hippy jazzdom. Norwegian auteur Kim Myhr goes overdubtastic factoring in the kitchen sink and some spare tubing just about. Just think synths really instead. An un-tineared DJ, like Father Christmas, Lord Lucan and the Loch Ness Monster one surely exists, would follow this track by playing anything from Miles Davis late-period release 1989 classic Aura and that would make for even more sympathetic magic. Now where's a bong and a new set of robes when you need some? It is a while after all until the veritably Druidic ritual of album release day dawns. Buy
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