This review is not about any one…
This review is not about any one particular experience, but is a culmination of all the always-positive encounters I've experienced with Grimfrost. And here is where it becomes unusual, for me: Being adopted at birth, in New Orléans, three years after WWII ended, my history, due to Napoleonic Laws in Louisiana, is sealed forever unavailable to access. All other states in USA use England-based laws, but Louisiana? Completely opposite... Since I was very very young, I knew somehow that there was something profound not talked about, never discussed, and it plagued me for years. My biological mother, in February / May 1948 (and 15 years old) was visiting family friends here; she was from Normandie, en France. My biological father (16 years old) lied about his age, and jumped off a soviet cargo ship at the Port, and vanished; he was from St Petersburg (then Leningrad) and tried to fresh-start a life in USA. Impossible things occur in the Crescent City, and I am one of those impossible things. He was found, deported; she went into isolation (of course: it's the 1940s) and was pressured to give it up, and do the Adoption thing. She refused and refused. She and He remained in touch. He was clumsy, and picked the wrong times to try emigrating (Cold War going up & down) but they remained optimistic through it all, never gave up. Ultimately, he got employed as a Chemistry professor at a university in Leningrad – she taught piano, in Normandie. They saw each other constantly, back and forth; never gave up the quest of retrieving what they were forced to give up – and ultimately, against all odds, their determination finally succeeded, and came full-circle when I was 19. Obviously, all my missing weird puzzle-pieces / idiosyncracies made complete sense: earth-shaking to say the least. Yes, a recent DNA test verified everything, finally. I know who I am, and my legacy. And, out of the blue, along came Grimfrost. Slowly inhaling the books (Havamal, Saga of Volsungs, & Ragnar Lothbrok, translations by Prof Crawford), the book of monsters & creatures known by Nordics forever, and yes the music of Hindarfjall & Arnalds Olifur... My clan has finally been, rightly, found, and my quest has been accomplished; yet, it's only just begun... Grimfrost's artisans archaeologists scientists and the souls who devote themselves to (old-school) recreating accurate treasures, factual resurrections of How It Really Was / Is, and how it proudly lives on, by those dedicating their lives / talents / passions to The Truth, revealed in all its glory, the way it was originally done... is beyond my words of appreciation. You have opened a door that I always knew was there, but you gave me the key to opening it up, finally, gently, gratefully. And it is trite for me to say it, but “Thank You” doesnt begin to voice it properly. This crazed musician / composer finally got The Truth revealed. And we clans-people shall rejoice forever, always; all the pieces finally fit. Always were there... and The Truth always, ultimately, shines through. Alexandre Lucien Dupuy.Orlov