The long compositions making the listener travel in another spatio-temporal universe are commonplace among Norwegians. "Storm Son" which opens the album is of these. The distant percussions, the horses and the Viking horn plant the setting right away. A gentle introduction to the wake of the early morning, to the post-rock sensibility, and allowing the listener to immerse themselves in the work. The first notes of more aggressive guitars arrive while leaving room for clear songs similar to those of the last albums, and which will reassure the fans fearing the departure of Herbrand Larsen. The growl is cavernous on this first piece. In the manner of an Opeth, different movements succeed in the same room, if not for a second half more black epic. Enslaved's prog slope is indeed there, omnipresent, even though "The River's Mouth" which succeeds is more concise and direct.