Heilung – Futha

Review

If Ofnir was the invocation of battle, Futha is the exhale that follows—a ritual for healing, birth, and the sacred feminine. Heilung’s second studio album feels like it was carved from stone and sung to the wind; it’s an experience less about listening and more about surrendering. Recorded with ancient instruments, throat singing, and Old Norse incantations, Futha moves like smoke through centuries—half dream, half ceremony.

Where their debut roared with masculine ferocity, Futha balances the polarity with softness and renewal. Tracks like “Norupo” and “Traust” pulse with a steady, heartbeat rhythm, while voices intertwine in chants that blur language into pure emotion. The production is vast and tactile—you can hear the breath in the drums, the rustle of ritual garments, the living pulse behind every sound. It’s music as history, but also as hauntingly personal myth.

Heilung call their work “amplified history,” but Futha transcends even that. It’s a sonic circle—a place where creation and destruction coexist, and where the divine hum of the past still trembles under your skin. - Ingrid