The Songs We Can't Escape

LARS HORNTVETH
"Kaleidoscopic"

Here we have a dreamy, post-Tortoise conservatory suite of such extraordinarily refinement that it could slip, almost unnoticed, into some late-night NPR classical playlist. For reasons I can't explain, I like to pretend that this aural spectacle takes place in an enchanted forest and that each symphonic element represents some woodland creature, so that as the various movements are revealing themselves, receding, and sometimes colliding; cats, bears, squirrels, and birds are shifting in artificial patterns behind my mind's eye, like some sort of bizarro Bollywood/Disney synthesis.

Johannes Worsøe Berg

Lars Horntveth

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