Jónsi, Sin Fang, Alex Somers, Kjartan Holm
Beitilyng
“… smoke in the air, tarred telephone poles, mowed grass, a beached whale and tobacco leaves…”
“… smoke in the air, tarred telephone poles, mowed grass, a beached whale and tobacco leaves…”
“… an exercise in reflective restraint, dreamy atmospherics, ebbing dynamics, and divine textures…”
“… has God created us, or have we created God for ourselves?”
“… the idea of the fragility of the human being…”
“… sometimes all these memories are captured with a photograph, and sometimes we can capture them with music…”
“… generative shapes morph effortlessly into particle-based metaverse versions of the band members themselves…”
“… a poetic melody that comforts and quilts…
“… the possibilities of being outside being, and in the absence of elsewhere finding ourselves, whenever we are…”
“… unrelenting pulsing, jagged entries, in a particle cloud seeded with vocals… like boats thrashed in a storm…”
“… textural ambience with a cinematic arc that guides a modern classical piece on an atmospheric journey…”
“… the passing of time and the elements changing in a cyclical and infinite way…”