These Blod records have a few miles under their belt, seemingly having done a country-wide tour of both Sweden and the UK before finally landing here. Still, it's not quite the distance that Blod's Gustaf Dicksson journeys in his own mind, traversing the backroads of folk (and volksmusik), new age, ambient et al as he does, finding the alleys behind the avenues, picking at the seams that connect the two, ploughing his own desire lines that daisychain them together... As such, there's a few versions of Blod, and Tusen Bitar finds Dicksson in full on unabashed sincere trad. folk spiritual mode. These twelve mostly instrumental tracks are constructed from limited and simple components - unaccompanied piano, acoustic guitar, the odd field recording and intoned melody - which bely their grand emotional expression. Fragile and minimal they may be, but they're also incredibly sad and lonesome. You'll cry yourself blind to this kinda business. Folk is a handed down tradition, but what's being passed on here is not so much song, but feeling. Sadness in the bones, the sadness that's in the blood. For when you're alone in an empty house, now all the children have left... 250 copies in handmade covers. Comes with 8-page booklet.
