These are songs of the deep autumn morning. The yellow grass is coated in frost and the trees are slick with just-melting hoarfrost; you draw your collar against the chill. The lyrics are nearly indecipherable, but the cyclical swell of the songs instills a sense of conversation — every additional layer is a constructive response to the last, moving the song closer to its resolution.

There is a cinematic quality here that fosters reflection and visualization. “Aurochs II” is heavy clouds, moody fields gone blue and grey with rain. “Cold Apppearaance” is the crisp and still winter morning, first thing, before the cars break the snow. And “Lindenfels” is the company of rolling hills, the watchful flock of birds and the livestock. Close your eyes and enjoy this one.