Lang Amma

by Syngja

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✨ AVAILABLE NOW ✨
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"The album is lush, melodic and dramatic, folding together elements of Icelandic folk music, classical string arrangements and pop structuring." – Cult MTL

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released May 27, 2016

Tyr Jami - vocals, cello
Aleks Schürmer - keyboards, theremin, guitar

Lyrics - Tyr Jami
Music - Tyr Jami and Aleks Schürmer
Production - Aleks Schürmer
Arrangements - Aleks Schürmer and Tyr Jami

Recorded at Studio fast forward, Montreal by Mathieu Dulong

Mixing - Mathieu Dulong, Studio fast forward
Mastering - Charlie Twitch, Art Not Love

Close to the Edge contains samples from Heartstrings by Saxsyndrum feat. Holobody

Album art by Zuzu Knew

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Syngja Montréal, Québec

Montreal's Syngja floats between here and the spirit world. Electronic productions melds with rich symphonic cellos, theremins & projections, conjuring ancestral spirits.

"When you enter the world of Montreal’s Syngja, there’s never really a clear line between fantasy and reality […] leaving you in a bewildered state of bliss as the music penetrates the vast parts of your imagination." – Noisey
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Track Name: Pink Prism
Can’t just leave a good thing
Collapsible chairs put away efforts made
Separation yoke and white to form an egg
Every inch is what you need, what you needs always there
Comes as a scare
Track Name: Monster Trucks
Let the plans cancel themselves Immanent arrival
You seem like the together one,The air is sweet with your breath
People die in monster trucks, my palms were filled with paint
I missed your call, couldn't stay
Just passed through in a fade
Conceptualize one movement
The longer you wait the longer it takes
Arrival on queue, believe what you see.
Can’t take back the beauty.
It’s the one you saw, subconsciously
Track Name: Romantic Part
You tore me open, I’m left exposed
Sensitive to touch, and all alone.
Hold your breath, just get dressed, I hear your voice, in my head.
Trees get pushed by the wind, arms that reach will spread so thin
Stillness of your thoughts echo the illness of your cough
Fill my heart, romantic part
You’ve gone so deep and can’t let go
Say the word, and fill the space
You wish to be