My recollections of listening to Na Gorizonte > 10 years ago parallel my recollections of middle school. At the time I was fully engrossed, imagining that I was graced with the pinnacle of human experience, and all too convinced that what lay before me would define my life. When these memories surface, I feel a little silly, but it's okay to indulge your inner preteen at times. Arktida's first major release does not hold up for its combination of cliches and poor production choices, but it serves as a benchmark for my taste evolution, if nothing else.
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