Since music is so subjective, I usually import more than I export — but a gem is a gem.
Orphée is one of those albums that doesn’t ask to be heard. It haunts the room you’re already in.
It’s autumn meets depression meets a post-Soviet phone call. A headache in your mouth. A concrete shadow. An electronic jail cell — the kind you tunnel through by listening on repeat because it won’t let you out unless you remember something you forgot.
It’s lonely the way the Twin Peaks soundtrack is lonely — that gorgeous ache that sedates you, then whispers something important just past your ear. Like a symphony of caskets. Selves you once knew. But of course… there’s nothing really there. Exhibit A: stillness.
This is the sound of solitary collapse.
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🎧 YouTube Playlist — Orphée
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_mUt3Yg6JLmD0pqtdP3c_BiTXB9hE1Jk8g
🍎 iTunes — Orphée on Apple Music https://music.apple.com/ca/album/orphée/1440775286
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Jóhann Jóhannsson is best known for scoring The Theory of Everything, Imitation Games, Mandy, and others — but his solo work eclipses all of it.
This isn’t music. It’s what’s left when music disappears.