In similar fashion to Ulver, here Ihsahn is pared back and unobtrusive, using mostly clean guitars and keys to make his point. He creates a widescreen, autumnal space, not of harsh blizzards, endless frozen tundras and the madness of long, dark winters, but the sanctuary of looking out on all that from within a place of relative warmth. Like we say, cosy.
Losing Altitude is a gentle, minor-key reflection, as is the title-track, until it rises majestically on a stately guitar that’s powerful, but not overpowering. Spectre At The Feast, meanwhile, is heavier, but in a mysterious, Opeth-y manner, made of swelling sound rather than aggressive thrust. It’s a good moment, but here it is in Ihsahn’s masterful lightness of touch that the true magic lies.