Description
Islaja masters the elements of our universe one by one
or maybe the sea and the sun are embracing Islaja, it
must go both ways but there, where all this happens,
the listener is received with clattering sounds of
paradise and drowned by surprise in a swell that
stretches all the way to the dark rock bottom. What’s
down there? Fight the rotten faith so it’ll wither
until it hardly exists, believe it! Islaja shows the
way of rhythm, no it isn’t a straight one, the way of
chant, it can’t be foreseen. Textures evolve into new
ones. Scabby rhythms spin socks on feet, skin burns
into ashes in the attacking heat. Senile wine glasses
wail of happiness. Fallen off beard hair are woven
into a scarf that lets the wind blow fast right
through it. If only life would be like this more than
just an hour at a time! After everything the sun
blesses the way with Islaja’s words, it spits out of
its system the wet and transformed listener, who longs
for the light again.
Islaja’s second album was born in two different places
that have been sewed up one to another with the binds
of words and a rich sound world. Here and there,
Islaja’s friends have lent their voices for this
world. Loose guitar paths, long strokes of wind
instruments, glasses and toys that clink, rattle and
tinkle, rhythms, keyboards and Islaja’s wonderful,
many-faceted voice are cooing in a miraculous net. The
album is a spontaneous texture of muscle, cartilage
and liquid, everything organized in such a surprising
way that one can’t believe right away that it’s a
human being, but soon enough it becomes clear that
it’s a most ingenious creature. It evolves by itself.
It tells us how everything metamorphoses, it relies on
itself and infuses belief into the listener that one
can change the world. The secret place where the
creature invites the listener is revealed to be our
real world, it lives here with us.
– Lau Naukkarinen
