8.9/10 CERTIFIED FRESH
Japanese musician, Hakobune, has been making ambient music since the year 2007 after disbanding from the power violence band, Whales. Hakobune's music has been described by many as "lethargic bliss and expansive melancholy." Hakobune has an impressive near 50 items in total in his discography and he has made sure that his music is an experience for the listener, sometimes serving as therapy, relaxing the listener with these overwhelmingly comfortable and adoring sounds of the atmosphere and the ocean. Many of Hakobune's songs posses these lush atmospheres for the whole duration of the song (regarding that many of his songs can reach up to 20 minutes in length).
On the first song of Mizukagami, you get the 18 minute track "Nagasaki" which is a beautiful, continuous loop of oceanic sounding drones that just expand so much to the point of boundlessness. It is absolutely gorgeous, making the listener's mind drift incessantly, wondering what tomorrow brings. This is clearly the most evocative and moody piece on the whole EP, the word "atmospheric" wouldn't even do this song justice in the aspect of how dreamy and ethereal it is. The song is undoubtedly beautiful, making the listener grab for their chest with each and every expanding, gorgeous drone sample.
On the track, "Yamagata" it takes on a similar mood to "Nagasaki" almost sounding as a extension to it. However, the track has a more melancholic flow, as it develops into this massive murky but elegant cloud. There is some enigma in its tone as Hakobune seems to take the listener on this unclear path to sheer profundity and righteousness. The nine minute track is just long enough to satisfy the listener's appetite for stunning melancholy.
Overall, this EP is one of the more promising releases on Hakobune's discography. This is a beautiful, atmospheric set of tracks that flow perfectly together sounding almost seamless in its composition. If Hakobune continues this somber yet reflective ambient music, he will have a long career in making listeners drift off into their own reverie.