Florian TM Zeisig returns with a multi-disciplinary, collaborative project with perfumer Angel Paradise, together working as Spool to release both a fragrance and this debut album, an exercise in rural Deutsche nostalgia that’s extracted from aromatic instrumental loops, woody voices and floral orchestral drones that land somewhere between Romance & Dean Hurley, Läuten der Seele and Malibu.

In a world where physical experiences are becoming rarer, artists are looking to connect their process to something more tangible, and with A/V rinsed, scent is an obvious next sense to plunder. Florian TM Zeisig - who last appeared on Somewhere Press as Angel R, goes the extra mile, teaming up with perfumer Angel Paradise to develop a suite of music that plays like a bouquet of memory-triggering aromas, coupled with a fragrance that captures the oily essence of their bucolic alpine setting.

The project came about when both artists were living in Hinang, a small farming village in the rural Bavarian alps. Paradise was studying alpine plant behaviour and using her research to inform her approach to scent creation, developing natural perfumes based on the landscape. Zeisig, meantime, composed his own response to the mountains and forests that surrounded them. He wrote 'Spool' as a poignant farewell (or spiritual rebirth) as they prepared to leave, considering teenage nostalgia as well as the idyllic locale, and the pastoral suite of lulled loops, field recordings and dissociated instrumental vamps plays like a contemporary Heimatfilme soundtrack, locking into the genre's idyllic, fantastical simplicity and romance.

Drunken horn loops and mushy piano chords concertina around a wobbly axis on 'Oneandhalf', met by dreamy guitars and whispered, lysergic vocals. The sweet-smelling notes form an enigmatic compound, prompting us to think of Codeine or Galaxie 500 without solidifying completely. It's music that works with outlines and traces, catching us off guard with flickers of samples and veiled base notes: the Cocteau Twins-like phased piano on 'Threeandhalf' that's drowned out by gunked tape fog, or the smudges of 'Spirit of Eden' ambience on 'Alright' that creep between tweezed piano phrases.

There's depth too; Zeisig doesn't restrict himself to Romance-cum-Basinski loopmuzak, he intersperses his GASeous orchestral waves with serene, relatively demure reflections that capture the pristine beauty of a dewy alpine morning. 'Four' is an ASMR-rich blend of crunching leaves and mossy, decelerated pads, and 'Plus' burns its drones down to crackling embers, letting the faint harmonies flicker through the coal dust. Importantly, it’s emotional music, but not overly melodramatic, finding peace in nostalgia and the calm of nature.