Drifting towards the end
  1. A1 Floating amongst giants
  2. A2 Night-Gaunts
  3. A3 Submerged too low
  4. B Ragnarök

“What shall come to pass afterward, when all the world is burned, and dead are all the gods and all the champions and all mankind?”
– Gangleri, asking about what will follow Ragnarök, from the 13th century Prose Edda
What will be left of the world after Thor slays the serpent Jörmungandr, only to stagger for nine steps before dropping dead himself… after Odin the all-father is consumed by the wolf Fenrir… when the era of the gods comes to a climactic end? Will morning come again, or will the world be thrust into darkness, the surviving men and women finding themselves in constant darkness and besieged on all sides by the creatures of the night?
K FENRIR knows. And the sonic picture he paints is like a stake made of fear driven into your heart.
K FENRIR is Kristján Fenrir, an Icelander ex-pat living and making music in Holland, and Drifting Towards the End is his new album. Released as a limited edition (of 50) cassette by the Icelandic art collective/label FALK, it’s comprised of some of the darkest and gloomiest electronica I’ve ever heard, like sliding down into a bathtub full of oil and feeling it slowly smother you.
And so far it’s my favorite new release of 2016.
It’s difficult to think of Drifting Towards the End as music. It feels more like the sound of the environment attempting to kill you with fear, the raw, relentless power of nature making it abundantly clear just how small you are in the grand scheme of things, reminding you that it will still exist long after your bones have turned to dust. It’s the soundtrack of the end times, or more precisely the time immediately following The End when all that is left is hunger and darkness and the things that go bump in the night. It isn’t so much frightening as it is foreboding with it’s foundation of low drones that are occasionally punctuated by a moaning horn or clanging metal or a slow voice… oh god, that voice… coming up from the depths not to startle you but to grab your soul and pull it down… down into its lair. Darkness personified.
Drifting Towards the End isn’t the kind of album you’re going to listen to every day, unless maybe you’re super into Edgar Allan Poe and you hate sunlight, and it’s best consumed in its entirety as opposed to listening individual tracks (there are four in all, totaling about 40 minutes of dark droney goodness). But when the mood is upon you and the sun goes down, it will envelop you and make you love it.

– Jeff Obermeyer