Eerily calm... chilling.
Hmm... I was wondering how you would make a chilly-sounding song. I guess I'll find out now.
Nice opening with the piano, there... and the strings come in - very fitting, by the way - and then plenty of other instruments come in, and the song starts sounding a LOT better... the piano speeding up was especially nice but it should have been louder, in my opinion.
I didn't like the male choir so much, really... I can understand your reasons to use it but this didn't seem a fitting choice in my opinion. It hurt the peaceful, eerie sense somewhat that a female choir, in my opinion, would have added to. That's my opinion, though... what do you think?
Hmmm... I hear a flutish instrument that seems to be a favorite of yours... or, at least, it matches your style very well. Any chance you could tell me what it's called? :)
I LOVE the atmosphere in this song... so calm and chilly, yet epic as well - and it fits perfectly what you were aiming at, too!
Those jingling bells... those are pretty cool, Maestro, and well-used, too... well enough, apparently, they deserve their own mini-paragraph. :P (More like a sentence, but you get the idea.)
Last paragraph of praise, I promise. But I really like this song. :D Transitions are very smooth in this song, I barely notice them... great job there. And when I saw that you said the song loops, I was expecting a cut-off sort of ending... but you surprised me and ended it the same way you started.
Great song overall... this has my 5, and I've downloaded it as well. Looking forward to more of your works... and now, storytime. :)
This story surprised me a bit, especially since it's on something I hardly take any interest in at all. It's also influenced a bit by your description... "Gently flying over frozen land." At least, the setting is. But... here it is.
We sit in a cabin high up on a mountain. A fire burns gently inside, the crackling of the wood sounding eerliy soothing to the group of mountaineers sitting inside, around the fire, under blankets, sipping cocoa. It's been several hours since they arrived and they all sit awake, silently.
Their cocoa is cold and the wood the fire burns on has diminished greatly as well. They have returned from the mountain, several near-death experiences having happened. Yet as twilight falls, the frost refuses to leave them alone and let them forget what they barely avoided, slipping in through the cracks in the walls to chill the fire, their bodies, and their souls.
Hope you enjoyed my review and my story... again, I'm looking forward to more of your songs. :)