Thereís a scene out there somewhere, far, far away from here, where failure just isn't an option. Not because the fans canít tell shit from gold, or because theyíll find and beat you for not consistently producing gold, but because you would rather commit ritual suicide out of sheer humiliation. Thatís just how it is. Consequently, every album that was released after Hvis lyset tar oss was forced to raise that bar just a little bit more, hard as it might have been. But it was preferable to either wimping out or dying. And just think of all the great music!