Norwegian Corners; Kohib, Sortland

Kohib – Hear This

I open holes in the wall, brick by brick, I scramble through to more trees, more tangled up angles through thickened air. I find the relief of the hill conquered, then to see from the mist, the white musty fog, another gradient opening up, a steep hill unseen, another wall to take apart. I feel the air clog up inside, each breathe an effort of pushing, of forcing out something that doesn’t go, concentrating on the work and means and ways of day-to-day life. If there are sounds that can awaken my head when I bury it in published textbooks, handed down from one bored pre-adult to another, a stationary flow and store of heads cocooned by their own eyes, all I see is the constitution of money, the one-dimensional growth and infrastructure of a confused race. As I momentarily thought, if there are sounds that can awaken my buried head, they would be strong, heavy, emotional, heavy footed yet in rapid motion, powerful, a purposeful invasion of silence.

Kohib has offered such a sound. His album, Make Fire, is perfect. My listening to it has resulted in high activity. One day at college in one of my free periods, after having burnt the album in the morning onto a cd to play in my new cd player, I was somehow inspired to just ‘keep walking’. That is to say, I was walking down the high street wondering if I should buy a bacon roll from Baker’s Oven and I ended up walking down a desolate footpath under the bridge, along the river, meeting the train tracks, past the old derelict area of derelict marmalade factories, through the construction sites of tea-drinking and cigarette-smoking builders huddled in a van, at the fringes of the town, I got a bus back. Kohib played a great part in this journey. He conquers the feeling of constriction and monotonous un-ending challenge that I tried to express at the open of this post.

Only a few songs on the album constitute lyrics, this is one of them.  The whole album, that you can download from many places, holds a threshold of dark-eyed and consistent walking pace rhythm, I find it hard to distinguish my ‘favourite’. If i was a gimp i’d call it violinstep or something like that.

Kohib is Øivind Sjøvoll from Sortland, a settlement far in the North of the world.

This concludes my special feature on good music from nice places in Norway.
Here are the previous posts;

#1 Autoband, Tromsø
#2 Snasen, Oslo
#3 Torkelsen, Fredrikstad

A conclusion of this operation is my recommendation to stay following these great Norwegian labels that have together recorded and affiliated with the inspiration for all 4 songs;

Beatservice Records, Tromsø
Sellout! Music, Oslo

Both are relatively small companies that do well from your interest, and mine!


a ps. Autoband released his debut album, that was spoken of, today. I am now listening to it, to beat my review, get it here.

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