Time changes so rapidly that an attentive person, sitting on the shore of this turbulent river, might suspect that it’s actually standing still.
Perhaps, they’re listening to this very collection, which fits any era yet isn’t tied to any specific one. Music freed from the obligation to be relevant, trendy, or topical. It’s liberated from concepts and open to indulgences: dreams, fantasies, butterflies, sunbeams, sunspots, and reflections on the water.
The linearity of time is one of the most ruthless laws of nature. Art has always resisted its oppressive weight, so you can be sure that in this international company of effortlessly breathing tracks, true art is present.
Days pass me by, I close my eyes, my memory is hollow
Year after year, I’m getting younger, while all are growing old
To swim against the current, sometimes all you need is simple carefreeness, and at other times, deep wisdom. Both are abundant in this collection, and somehow, they are in perfect harmony with each other.
As I invite you on this musical journey, I must warn you: the easy-listening sound of the collection is deceptive. It can just as easily become an unobtrusive soundtrack for a pleasant pastime as it can be a portal into an unexplored depth. And it’s quite possible that you won’t even notice how one turns into the other.

Why do we need music? The right answer is that true music serves no purpose other than itself. That is where its freedom, beauty, and joy lie.
The music on this release is precisely that: free, flowing through time and styles, blending genres, leaping from a sunlit meadow to shadowy depths. It can afford not to follow a concept—a great luxury in our time. And because of this, it will bring joy to those open to journeys without expectations.
In these melodies, you can hear the roar of waterfalls, the rustle of leaves, the splash of waves. And sometimes—even the whispers of stars. What are they trying to tell us? Perhaps it's the secret of eternal summer, or maybe the mystery of winter's tranquility.
Most likely, you will find something of your own here—a message meant just for you. Enjoy the journey!

The album title "nästa steg" translates to "the next step", and it invites the listener to take that step by immersing them in a nostalgic musical element.
This element is ever-changing and unpredictable. The opening track encourages the listener to paint their own mental sketches of the images they wish to see and hear throughout the album.
Then, after a brief experimental interlude, comes a parade of vintage styles—ranging from house and eurodance to neoclassical. Upon closer listening, almost each piece contains a glitch, a twist, or a subtle flaw that lends the seemingly familiar melodic structures an elusive, mystical undertone.
It might all seem like a random anthology of retro sounds, but the track "midsommar", placed at the center of the album’s composition cycle and notable for its two-part structure, subtly suggests that there are no more (and perhaps no fewer) coincidences here than in the workings of the universe itself.
The track "S.P." crashes in with a stormy blend of metallic clangs, krautrock hums, and piercing synthwave. It’s practically a postscript to the entire album—where each listener might discover a secret or special place or purpose of their own.
The album cover, in turn, hints at an upcoming journey along a golden spiral, leading into the dark depths of space. Perhaps the point is that diving into the warm, analog past and leaping into the unknown future are, in essence, the same motion.