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Efterklang - Sedna

EFTERKLANG - SEDNA - official video from Rumraket on Vimeo.

'Piramida', Efterklang's 4th album is out now on CD, LP, DL & Streaming. Order Vinyl, CD and MP3 via http://www.efterklang.net. Buy on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/itunespiramida

Watch the Efterklang documentary THE GHOST OF PIRAMIDA here: https://vimeo.com/ondemand/piramida

Concert Tour Schedule available at http://www.efterklang.net/home/concerts

'Sedna' is the third song on Efterklang´s 4th album 'Piramida'. Released September 24th 2012 on 4AD and Rumraket.

The music video for 'Sedna' is created by Brüssel based photographer and artist Hana Miletic (http://www.hanamiletic.com/) and edited by Jesse Van Bauwel.

'Sedna' features a collection of video portraits of young adolescents shot during the summer of 2012 in a park (popularly referred to as Zrinjevac) in central Zagreb, Croatia.

During the years the park has become the favorite hang out spot for local alternative youth, culminating during the summer months when school is out and parents are away on holidays to the seaside. Every evening the kids come together, make music, fall in love, ...  and the 'coming of age' takes place. In order of appearance we see Emma, Ivan, Ena, Bart, Jura, Ines, Doris, Stribor and Sara.

As previously revealed (http://youtu.be/uiKK7ehFYtA), the new Efterklang album took it's start when Mads Brauer, Casper Clausen and Rasmus Stolberg visited Piramida, an abandoned mining settlement located on Spitsbergen, just 1,000km from the North Pole. Nine days of exploring later, and the band had collected over 1,000 sound recordings and inspiration for the album they would subsequently write and record in Berlin.

'Sedna' feature contributions from Earl Harvin (drums, Tindersticks) and Peter Broderick (violin, piano).

Special thanks to all the local youths and Rocio Mateo-Sagasta.

John Keats - Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- 
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night 
And watching, with eternal lids apart, 
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, 
The moving waters at their priestlike task 
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, 
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask 
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- 
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, 
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, 
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, 
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, 
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, 
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.