Sucker that I am for foreign languages (German,
French, English and Norwegian are the tongues that
Solefald incorporate in their work, magic is a fifth,
implicit language because of this), saxophone, organ,
music that's secular but faintly sacred (yet
exceedingly profane) and thick, Earth's-bed-solid
layers of guitars, In Harmonia Universali is the
record your collection has been longing for.
Stylistically right in between Virgin Black, King
Crimson and the Czech band, Plastic People of the
Universe, Solefald are dishing out defiant
compositions that make you believe that it has not all
been done before.
In Harmonia Universali is a code that cannot be
cracked, a message in a bottle that refuses to come
close to the shore, though you can't help but watch it
move back and forth, that great thing you'd build if
you only knew how. Maddening as hell but impossible to
leave alone.
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