You know how Moby had that map of every chord and how it affects the human heart? And how he'd chart a course to the exact emotional space he demanded you arrive at?
Sigrosson's music sounds like it was mapped on the forbidden section, a sweeping line across the regions marked Here Be Dragons. Every anxious moment builds on the last, an ever-climbing Jenga tower of simmering tension. But Beautiful. And that's how he seduces you, spurring you to stack the tower of your own inevitable topping brick by brick.
And I evoke Moby because for the first 45 minutes, it's all a bit clinical. The best bit is the third of the three suites, 1875 really pulling out the stops and kicking your legs out, finding some move beyond a pummeling of the book of chords, some movement that leaves a pit in your heart that you scramble to explain.
This's a challenging pile of strings, stacked the the sky against you, a series of sounds designed to take you down in increments, and to keep you complicit in the process; a real act of musical emotional abuse. Admirable, in its way. But it cannot be recommended in good conscience 3/5
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