Labels: Latitudes
Review by: Alex Deller
A far fuller experiment than 1000% Downer, Ginnungagap have expanded their musical palette whilst maintaining the yawning emptiness their name implies, adding ominous folk touches to their brooding drone that rather than lighting the path actually makes it all the more unsettling. Each of the four tracks builds itself up from a vaporous, inchoate state and blossoms into a gentle nightmare, evoking images of some faerytale gone wrong wherein intrepid adventurers are swallowed whole into dense black forests, pristine white steeds drown slowly in stinking swamp mud and lost children fall prey to witches with teeth like yellow needles. This unerring blend of beauty and sickness won’t necessarily sit well with wanderers seeking sanctuary in mindless lullabies or fawning prettiness, but for those intrepid souls willing to risk it all for a glimpse at the other side, Ginnungagap’s poison chalice should prove to be an irresistible temptation indeed.