“When can you give me the sustenance that I’d been asking for? When will you come become my rock.” Out of the vastness of the Swedish landscape, a town creeps up in your travels of personal and external. It invites you through the coming darkness of the skies, and captures your imagination.
And just like that town in the horizon, her eyes of truth and justice flashes before your eyes and captures your heart once more. With amble synths, grating in the wind, ‘Abisko’ by Walca, delights with mystery and wellness ambiguity.
A certainty of crossroads of music, ‘Abisko’ is that experimental pop that cures that lonesome pangs.