Music like a labyrinth. Najman's compositions are twisted, with the unknown waiting around every corner. His songs wind and twine around the soul like tendrils—sometimes lovely and delicate, sometimes formidable and threatening.
But it is not its secrets that make a maze so dangerous: it is the confrontation with the gruesome love stories. Inevitably, the question arises: are we just the audience, or do we recognise ourselves in these stories?
Thus, the winding and misty paths of Najman's music open up abysses where pain and vulnerability lurk. Then mighty synthesisers strike their roots and tear treacherous stumbling blocks in the way, then one runs almost panic-stricken along towering walls of sound.
Despite all the violence experienced and felt, the self-reflection Najman encourages is nevertheless marked by tenderness. While you might still be desperately looking for a way out, the voice and stories seduce you deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. And only late does the realisation follow: what is waiting there is catharsis.