On Pascal Pinon s Tumblr you ll find an older photo that shows twinsisters J fr dur and sthildur smiling proudly over a Yamaha keyboardcirca 1999: Back then they weren t even in their teens, far from it, andyet they were already shaping and creating that unique chemistry aspecial bond that can only exist between siblings, twins especially. Itis a very special connection, a rare gift to know another person on thatlevel. And of course the old keyboard is also still aroundThanks to this special bond, Pascal Pinon have managed to record asecond album that s way more bold, more mature, more focused and morediverse than its predecessor: I don t need anything\u002FI just makesomething beautiful, they sing on Therney (and they do sing inEnglish more often than before), and apart from their own bedroomstudio, equipped with cookies and tea and keyboards and guitars andsuch, they indeed don t seem to need much to create a sense ofhomecoming a musical home stretch, like a movie s closing creditsHere you are, in a realm where everything seems to have fallen intoplace, or will do so soon enough, somehowAnd yet, this is merely the start of album #2: Having successfullytoured Japan and other places, it s not always three-minute songs forPascal Pinon; sometimes a few moments are sufficient to create a certainmood ( Annar Logi ). Whereas album opener Ekki Vanmeta appears to bethe Icelandic equivalent to a block party (no BBQ, but with muffinsinstead, the type they served at their very first gig ever, fittinglycalled The Friendly Gig ), the Bloom is intricately moving along andshape-shifting like Gavin Bryars compositions though J fr durfamiliar with the instrument for 10 years, manages to ultimately turn itinto something else: It s easy to become attached, they sing. And itis indeedStill a four-piece when they recorded their s\u002Ft debut album althoughthe band name always indicated that the twins were in fact the heads ofthe operation: Pasqual Pinon (spelled like this), the Two-Headed Mexican(1889-1929), was a sideshow attraction in the early 1900s , PascalPinon is now essentially comprised of J fr dur and sthildur, withoccasional help by Krist n (and then there s also casual member Sylv a);together they have created a many-layered soundtrack to growing up on avolcanic island in the Atlantic: A small world of its own, with all itsmarvels, all its Good and Bad Things (though still untouched byMcDonald s, trains, and Starbucks). Even the fact that they used morethan one microphone this time around does not take away from thecharacteristic DIY approach often found in Iceland s bedroomsWith album #2 about to drop, Pascal Pinon are about to enter adult lifea point usually associated with drifting apart, forgetting dreamsThese girls, however, seem to be going the other direction instead: theyappear to be closer, even more of an entity of its own, more of atwo-headed being, less lonesome, but twosome, unified in sound