I remember those summer nights spent lying on the grass and looking up at the starry sky, witnessing the often forgotten beauty of the universe – bigger than us, stronger than us… it felt as though it was wrapping its arms around us, sheltering us, protecting us, yet letting us be amazingly free.
Ásgeir’s song Nú hann blæs (Here it comes) reminded me of exactly this. In a folk indie electro genre, the artist offers a psychedelic sound and some melancholic vocals, leading to an ethereal reflection on the past, the present, and the future.
Nú hann blæs is extracted from the Icelandic singer’s latest album, Dyrd í dauðathogn (In the Silence), which was produced by Gudmundur Kristinn Jonsson. Through some heavenly vocals and a light electronic touch, similar to British glitch pop sensation James Blake, the poetry of this new album has attracted almost as much attention as the music itself.
Before the album, Ásgeir released an EP, The Toe Rag Acoustic Sessions, more folk and less electro, that is free to download at this address.
– The Toe Rag Acoustic Sessions –
At only 20, Ásgeir, the phenomenal singer-songwriter from Iceland, has become something of an overnight sensation in his country’s music scene – breaking all records to become Iceland’s fastest selling debut album by a domestic artist. Most recently, the artist won the Best Pop/Rock Album and Best Newcomer awards, as well as the Award for online achievement and the Public Choice Award at the Iceland Music Awards.
♡ ♡ ♡ Lyrics!NÚ HANN BLÆS Veröldin mig vekur Og veltir mér af stað En sólin hjá mér situr Já, hún situr öllu nær Og geislar hennar glæðast Af gjöfum þess sem er Visku sína vakti Og veitti farveg í Úr fljóti sem var forðum Yfirfullt af öllu því Sem ég átti einusinni Nú vefur örmum faðmar mig Úr lífsins grænum lautum Rennur lækur undurtær Og sólarinnar máttur Er meiri en í gær. Til himins nú sig hefur Og hærra á loft ég fer Nú hann blæs. Og í vindi bærist. Bjöguð en merkileg sýn Því í stormi Hrærist hugsunin mín Aaaaææjjjiii... Nú hann blæs. Og í vindi bærist. Bjöguð en merkileg sýn Því í stormi Hrærist hugsunin mín Aaaaææjjjiii...HERE IT COMES In the land where I awaken where sands are black as night and the sun droops down in silence, sowing beams of frosty light, when it sinks in to the water it whispers to itself Standing by a shoreline which is staring back at me at the brim of here and there, a breath of what's to be and what never came to happen is carried out to the sea There's a rift on the horizon where the haunted go to drown, I can hear them faintly gasping, I can see them going down. I'm waiting for the the moment when all is washed away Here it comes, with a roar it crashes a vision so broken and torn Where the wave breaks all my thoughts learn to swim Here it comes, with a roar it crashes a vision so broken and torn Where the wave breaks all my thoughts learn to swim