By layering field recordings of rain, birds and crying atop the gentle and distant echo of droning overchords we are invited into a decidedly intimate moment that the Finnish sound artist has created. It’s hard not to get sucked in to the chance encounters intentionally recorded to create a deeply meaningful listen. The last minute is a slow recession until all sound cuts out and Ojala’s voice is alone, humming an indistinct melody. Possibly a private note to self that we are privileged to hear. 

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