Found myself opening that carillon whose sides are full of drawings of beautiful icelandic fairies, 6 months long nights and everlasting dawns, and then it goes Go Go Smear The Poison Ivy's long lullaby. These songs are like fairytales written in '800, and along some passages somehow they are still scary and end up in a boule de neige with fake snow to shake, like Winter, a beautiful music score à la Danny Elfman. Dancing Behind My Eyelids has got an intro à la Air of The Virgine Suicides, to let You cross the Atlantic and return, after some sip of european sounds, jumbled here and there along the album, - like in Nói Albinói's storyline. Maybe for Múm, Go Go Smear The Poison Ivy is musically less electronic than previous releases, - there's a particular oneiric attentive research, obtained through those real instruments that even us, - from our side beyond their magical personal wood, - we know well. And, listening to They Made Frogs Smoke 'Til They Exploded, even now that Valtýsdóttir twins do not make music together anymore, it looks like Gyða is still singing improvised little stories to Her sister before She falls asleep. - And those are the stories you'd love to hear again as you wake up, to open your eyes and smile from under the pillow. And that's why now Rhuubarbidoo is going next to be my reveille. I don't know yet if it'll work, - in that case let me sleep some more, at least wait 'till the song is over. - Music @ myspace/mumtheband.
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