Norwegian trumpet player Arve Henriksen has recently released his third solo album, based upon his origins and home city. The album is quite a bit different than the epic convulsions of his band Supersilent, being a collection of smooth, graceful and very quiet (near-ambient) excursions to field recordings, electronic soundscapes (with help from Deathprod) and minimal, graceful unaccompanied trumpet.This is a really fine album, well-played and well-executed and I can see little wrong with it. Best suited for late nights I think, it is pensive and brooding but not depressing.Chief highlight of the album is this song here, where Henriksen lets loose his beautiful direct vocals. We may sometimes forget that trumpeters can sing. They surely can, as it's a necessary talent to play the instrument. Not only do we have some deep chanting but also incredibly moving wordless singing. It takes my breath away at how direct and emotional it really is.