JONAS TORSTENSEN - Den Falmede Dag TAPEA new year, some fresh Kashual Plastik. Absolute organic. The campfire is burning, FM radio in the air, with not so frequent frequencies. Gently waiting for the flood that brings no water. An accordion weeps, an organ cries, sweet acoustic guitar chords, a dancing piano, a shy voice, singing intimate stories. Sacred white noise in the off. Bits of found sounds in the accounts. Reverbs reversing. All in happiness, so full of melancholy. Dream music for