A different beast from the spiritual and improvised stylings of the recent (vinyl-only) Sateenkaarisuudelma, this record is much more composed and more succinct – with ten gorgeous slices of hissing, crackling vinyl samples, small instruments, decrepit synthesizers, broken toys and vocals making up an album which flows perfectly. The effortless melodies (probably the most uplifting of the entire Fonal catalogue) and haunting vocals take you into an ethereal world of spirits and thick mist lulling you into its alluring trance. The strongest comparison to make here would be to the work of Philip Jeck, as it bears only a slight resemblance to the outsider folk we have come to love the Fonal label for, yet the degraded textures and subtle cinematics also bring to mind the work of William Basinski or Deaf Center. An absolutely essential album on all counts, grab this without any further ado.