Thirteen numbered but untitled soundscapes that evoke the charged air of rooms occupied and not, and accompanied by a booklet (in Swedish) that is more supposedly more explicit as to intent about those places (kinda), “Sag, ar det kinsigt att man langtar bort nan gang?” is meant to be an experience, one that hopefully will give one pause about the hidden action within their own environments.
Most of this sounds like a jam at a church social; a piano strikes up once in awhile, a brass band cranks out a few lines, then stops, what sounds like a couple of old Swedish ladies provides gossipy commentary, some animals drift in and around the mic. It isnt until the 5th track, a droning piece with sustained organ chords creating a kind of old Hammer Horror feel, that we get a “complete” musical idea the sentimental 6th track jumps to the noisy, atonal 7th, with male voices this time providing conversation snippets 8: claustrophoboc, muffled hesitation back in a space similar in sound to realrier tracks. We stay there for the 9th track, a kind of dancefloor bootleg of the wedding band hired for the event. More voices, noir, found sounds and noise round out the set. Moral? With “Sag, ar det kinsigt att man langtar bort nan gang?” Dan Froberg reminds us of the ghosts that exist in every room and how sometimes, even with echoes, you might have to be there to get the message. 5/10 -- Mike Wood (20 January, 2010)