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Jon Øivind is a linguist on a forest walkabout, a collector of strange words and strange places, a romantic ironist who is deeply sincere in all his ambiguity. You can hear the forest and the gorges in Mørkgånga, partly because Jon Øivind is like a Tolkien-esque ent, and partly because the title, in all it's eeriness, evokes a sudden drop in temperature, evil spirits and darkness in broad daylight. Marmæle is not your archetypal instrumental concerto in the sense that the individual stands in contrast to the collective. Rather, it works as a symphonic poem with an extensive cello solo part, where the soloist comments on and illuminates the work's structure and content.
