As much as I dig this album I can’t bring myself to tell anyone about it because 1.) I can’t pronounce the name 2.) I can’t describe these sounds. Like cupping a fly within both of your palms and holding your ear to the other side to hear its echoes fluttering about, Es‘ Kesämaan Lapset is a realized album. Listens will tell you that now is the time to get out of bed and when I am through you will have finished breakfast and play some Bibio on your walk to class. A kaleidoscope of feeling, sound and color manifested through the imagination of a contemporary sonic philosopher. Before writing this off as layers of sound or ambient bliss I urge you to check out the gear section of his site…impressive enough? Buy.
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