December 23, 2011 § 1 Comment
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Norway’s finest mushroom eaters in their first full-leght effort dated 1991. I liked and still like this album, but I never quite got the sound on this record which seems sort of washed out and slightly hollow. These features however work wonders for one particular song: Frances, first track on side B. Bent Sæther screams at the top of lungs to get through the barrage of noise delivering urgency, emergency, sorrow, resignation and anger, telling an incredibly bleak tale of a girl and her addiction to heroin.
Frances was later reissued in acoustic version on The Tussler OST, the unplugged treatment which strangely turns this vivid snapshot into a faded daguerrotype. The same feeling you get sometimes when relieving old memories almost forgotten. The anger is gone replaced by a bittersweet sorrow.