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Looming North is music made for movement — born on the trail, shaped by solitude, and guided by instinct. The project began as a quiet experiment: What would folk music sound like if it were built step by step, breath by breath, with the rhythm of long runs in the hills?
Blending the warmth of acoustic storytelling with the repetition and clarity of trail running, each song unfolds like a route in the mountains — starting soft, finding pace, and opening into wide, emotional landscapes. The sound is rooted in the textures of nature: mist over pine, gravel underfoot, sunlight breaking through tree cover.
While the voice behind Looming North remains grounded in the real world — out there, in the dirt and wind — the tools used to shape the music reach beyond it. Some of the arrangements are built with the quiet assistance of new technology — a companion more than a creator — turning trail-born melodies into complete songs that feel both familiar and slightly unreal. If you listen closely, you can feel it: a strange harmony between memory, instinct, and something just out of reach.
Looming North doesn’t chase perfection. It chases presence — the kind you find when you’re a few hours in, alone, legs burning, sky widening.
These are songs for those moments.
Blending the warmth of acoustic storytelling with the repetition and clarity of trail running, each song unfolds like a route in the mountains — starting soft, finding pace, and opening into wide, emotional landscapes. The sound is rooted in the textures of nature: mist over pine, gravel underfoot, sunlight breaking through tree cover.
While the voice behind Looming North remains grounded in the real world — out there, in the dirt and wind — the tools used to shape the music reach beyond it. Some of the arrangements are built with the quiet assistance of new technology — a companion more than a creator — turning trail-born melodies into complete songs that feel both familiar and slightly unreal. If you listen closely, you can feel it: a strange harmony between memory, instinct, and something just out of reach.
Looming North doesn’t chase perfection. It chases presence — the kind you find when you’re a few hours in, alone, legs burning, sky widening.
These are songs for those moments.