Eskifjörður is an Icelandic town settled along the East fjords, still between two lively environments. The film relates without images, these spaces became entities. First, it’s the awakening of the earth, living, breathing : an entity sometimes hostile, extends into the landscape to overwhelming the rest. Men are discreet. To remain, they go from the land to the sea, and from the sea to the land, but also to die. The sea is nourishing, bountiful and generous, but it keeps with it these souls and reject these bodies, buried.
The compilation features 12 tracks from some of the globe’s most talented sound-designers. It is a subtly rewarding headphone listen from start to finish; curated and ordered to purposefully induce a state of sleep. Starting off minimally, gradually gathering tone and atmosphere, the experience goes on without ever boiling over or reaching a crescendo. Parts of the album are light and restful whereas traces of it tread darker territory. All in all, the imagery that the album conjurs sits perfectly as a soundtrack to the dreams one experiences during a nights sleep.
Named after a Hitchcock-esque nightmare in which he was set upon by a pair of hard-winged, marauding cuckoos, David A Jaycock’s second album is step forward from the pastoral motifs of his debut, incorporating an expansive country-folk sound alongside the indigenous qualities and general oddness that have made his name.