Islaja masters the elements of our universe one by one or maybe the sea and the sun are embracing Islaja, it must go both ways but there, where all this happens, the listener is received with clattering sounds of paradise and drowned by surprise in a swell that stretches all the way to the dark rock bottom. Whats down there? Fight the rotten faith so itll wither until it hardly exists, believe it! Islaja shows the way of rhythm, no it isnt a straight one, the way of chant, it cant be foreseen. Textures evolve into new ones. Scabby rhythms spin socks on feet, skin burns into ashes in the attacking heat. Senile wine glasses wail of happiness. Fallen off beard hair are woven into a scarf that lets the wind blow fast right through it. If only life would be like this more than just an hour at a time! After everything the sun blesses the way with Islajas words, it spits out of its system the wet and transformed listener, who longs for the light again. Islajas second album was born in two different places that have been sewed up one to another with the binds of words and a rich sound world. Here and there, Islajas friends have lent their voices for this world. Loose guitar paths, long strokes of wind instruments, glasses and toys that clink, rattle and tinkle, rhythms, keyboards and Islajas wonderful, many-faceted voice are cooing in a miraculous net. The album is a spontaneous texture of muscle, cartilage and liquid, everything organized in such a surprising way that one cant believe right away that its a human being, but soon enough it becomes clear that its a most ingenious creature. It evolves by itself. It tells us how everything metamorphoses, it relies on itself and infuses belief into the listener that one can change the world. The secret place where the creature invites the listener is revealed to be our real world, it lives here with us. - Lau Naukkarinen.