Also, there's something about fiddle music from the North that mentally transports me to a lakeside in the middle of summer, which is a delicious prospect on a cold March day. So I eagerly anticipated hearing the work of Annlaug Børsheim and Rannveig Djønne, both from Hardanger in Norway.
After hearing it several times I can happily listen to this and realise that the songs are very different from each other indeed – there's just a degree of subtlety here that is easy to miss if you're not already attuned to it.
Indeed, I found myself mentally comparing Hardanger music to their textiles – something that appears deceptively simple but with hidden complexity once you look a little closer.
Give this album a go - and give it time to seep quietly into your senses!