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Framtiden är ett Svåavande Skepp, Förankrat i Forntiden

I remember that during that time I was reading that tome by Dr. Ieschi, “Derelitti in castigo”. Oh gosh, a terrible testicle draining, but there was a rather fascinating underlying atmosphere. The same atmosphere that is often found in the albums of Nordic authors: droplets of mist, dark and tedious atmospheres, calmness, doom, spacey and psychedelic guitar solos with long and deliberately inconclusive notes, vocals that seem to come from distant and sleepy dimensions and, underlying it all, keyboards sick with protagonism forced, instead, to play a supporting role. Here we are.