Caroline Blomqvist is based in Berlin, but her Swedish roots unsubtly permeate her music. Under the alias Minru, Blomqvist specializes in intimate folk music that betrays a childhood spent intrigued by and immersed in the roaming mountains that define much of the Scandinavian country’s land. Her songs often lift off with the gentle but accelerating ascent of a balloon on which a young child has accidentally loosened his grip, and “Windmills,” a highlight from her recent Yearnings EP, is perhaps Blomqvist’s most masterful reflection on losing oneself, both literally and metaphorically, whether in the mountains or the sky.
The flickering, vague synthetic flurries that introduce “Windmills” immediately paint an image of reverie, an illusion further rendered just seconds later when Blomqvist’s gorgeous, unprocessed guitar finger-plucking glides into the song’s center. Her voice, which appears shortly thereafter, is as soothing as it is longing, an instrument that deftly conveys the simultaneous ease and ache of traveling aimlessly, with no destination in mind or in the rearview mirror. As sturdy but unaggressive common-time percussion enters “Windmills” and gives Blomqvist’s wandering a heartbeat, a purpose, her ease seems to become unease, and her ache seems to become tranquility.
As Blomqvist travels, both through life and through the four minutes comprising “Windmills,” she details her surroundings in ways equally intimate, beautiful, and overwhelming. “Come from the woods,” she sings, “many as trees/stumps on wood and wood/and rain on the mountains/where churches and windmills grow.” In noting the proliferation of human structures—churches and windmills—in the natural landscape, she comes to understand her place as one person in a vast wilderness comprised of all sorts of flora and fauna. By the time she sings “All I found/I found for you” over a doleful piano loop in the song’s outro, she comes to accept her place among the innumerable other beings comprising the world, less anxious about her role in the ecosystem and more grateful for the sheer beauty of it all. As she loses herself, she finds herself.