The hype surrounding this record isn't at all unjustified - if anything, it demands wider exposure. The Sigur Ros comparisons are hard to fathom, for although both bands are excellent, the styles of music are very different. Adjagas specialise in haunting, stripped down acoustic melodies, interspersed with the occasional startling twang of banjo. The vocals on the record are unique, almost mantra-like - a form of Nordic chanting peculiar to the region, the songs forming parts of a coherent pastoral cycle. 'Siivu' is paricularly gorgeous, the male and female leads weaving gossamer threads around a skeletal musical backdrop of stark beauty. The lyrics are sung in the singers' native language, but fortunately they are translated in the sleevenotes for monolingual Brits like myself!
Its hard to find fault with an album that can conjure images of endless space and sun-drenched glaciers, as opposed to the musical offerings of the current crop of parochial Britpoppers, with their increasingly tiresome, oh-so-ironc tales of crap nightclubs and skirmishes with townies in taxi queues. With the lights dimmed and the right mood this album will take you on one helluva trip.
Fans of Joanna Newsom, Devendra Banhart and other quirky troubadours of the contemporary folk scene will find much to enjoy on this disc. A truly absorbing and magical journey.