Valgeir Sigurdsson’s Draumalandid could be the soundtrack to God himself watching mankind melt the polar icecaps and seal its own fate with a tear in his eye.
That, or a nature documentary about narwhals and seals and that.
Because the Bjork-collaborating Icelander’s experimental classical LP has a feel of epic tragedy about it.
Usually producing other’s work, here he mixes the simple classical beauty of Max Richter with the playful edge of Hauschka and a post-rock sense of scale, creating short sharp snapshots of classical music the way the people of Babel built towers.
The result is a breathtaking body of work - Draumalandid, which translates as dreamland, is one to capture the imagination.