in the north of finland, keijo is the king supreme. his music transcends genres and time. as he weaves a magical web of glacial drone and eastern tinged meditations that bake like clay in the hot, indian sun, we are left to watch in awe. in this hour of new music, keijo enlists the help of some friends who drop a forest bomb on the proceedings. i would call this brilliant, but that would be selling it short. if i had my way, i'd crown keijo king of finland. price is $8 because of the special packaging. 115 copies