Mt Tongue Is White Any Help

Hjaltalín - Terminal


Personally I have a few good reasons to love Arctic, the fourth album by Thomas Denver Jonsson, first engraved with the moniker

'm Kingfisher

. The first is of course music: Swedish - now we know well - is one of those singer-songwriters who handle the matter in the Scandinavian indie-folk as if they were born and raised in Nashville, and mix with the personal touch that can make it unique and interesting, beyond the canons of the genre. The second reason is, say, sentimental: it is impossible at the bottom of a great lover of the North remain indifferent in front of a disc devoted entirely Arctic exploration and inspired (the first of a trilogy, it seems), with titles like Svalbard and
Nansen (Fridtjof Nansen, the great polar explorer, is a national hero in Norway: Oslo if you go to look at Fram Museum) and lyrics of genuine inspiration "into the wild. Thomas takes us on his journey to the north, whales, moose, arctic foxes and peacocks, refining and making more and more essential to his style acoustic guitar blues often have a mood to Jose Gonzalez, the voice has shades of Neil Young, the songs - accompanied by the contribution of trombone here and there, a cello, organ, a mandolin, electric guitar e di una ritmica scarna - virano quasi ovunque verso una malinconia crepuscolare da notte polare, dalle parti dello scabro lirismo di Damien Jurado. Più che suggerire impressionisticamente grandi spazi aperti, I'm Kingfisher sembra invece scavare soprattutto nel profondo dell'anima dell'esploratore e ne coglie ora la solitudine e la poetica follia, ora la meraviglia davanti alla scoperta della natura selvaggia, senza concessioni all'immediatezza dell'ascolto, come a dire che - prima di puntare sulla N l'ago della bussola - è necessario anzitutto fare un viaggio interiore, non meno facile di quello fisico.