Hans Fjellestad

Like a lot of avant-garde composers, hints of delirium are bound to surface. Yet, this chaos is almost always organised, to a degree. Shifting from an organic/natural mode to the electro-acoustic, Hans Fjellestad's ethics of composition are more about the "moment"; where an intense pressure of self-awareness is forced upon the musicians, in which improvisation is the only possible method of escape. The foundation of the compositions on this disc seems to reflect a controlled insanity. Layers of horns rise and fall, sounding like dying insects; babbling pianos converse between each other and scatter to collect what is left of their mind, like failed prodigies that have become nothing but drunks. In short, this album is the soundtrack to nihilism versus the beauty of nature.