Elephant Run
Leftover Land
Sometimes a band disappears for a while and comes back sounding more alive than ever. That’s exactly what happened with Elephant Run. Spread between São Paulo and Malmö, the band was separated by an ocean and a pandemic, unsure if they’d ever play together again. But after four long years apart, they reunited. What came out of that meeting is Leftover Land, a debut album that feels raw, honest, and completely their own.
Recorded in a quiet studio in the hills of Minas Gerais, the album was captured in just five days. Not because they were rushing, but because they were ready. These songs had been sitting inside them for years, some half-written, others just sketches, and once the band was in the same room again, everything clicked.
Recorded in a quiet studio in the hills of Minas Gerais, the album was captured in just five days. Not because they were rushing, but because they were ready. These songs had been sitting inside them for years, some half-written, others just sketches, and once the band was in the same room again, everything clicked.
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The music is hard to pin down. There’s a dreamy weight to it, influenced by artists like Björk and Radiohead, but also the bright chaos of São Paulo’s rock scene. They call it “Nordic Tropical,” which somehow makes perfect sense once you hear it. Amanda Wahlström Plantin’s vocals drift between intimacy and power, while the band lays down textured grooves that shift between quiet reflection and controlled explosions. Standout track We Are Heroes is nine minutes long and worth every second, a slow build that ends in something close to catharsis.
Leftover Land isn’t polished in a slick, overproduced way. It’s warm. Imperfect. Real. You can hear the room, the breath between lines, the energy of four people reconnecting with something that matters.
Elephant Run might be split across continents, but the bond they’ve built is unshakable. This record proves it. Distance didn’t break them, it made their music deeper.
Leftover Land isn’t polished in a slick, overproduced way. It’s warm. Imperfect. Real. You can hear the room, the breath between lines, the energy of four people reconnecting with something that matters.
Elephant Run might be split across continents, but the bond they’ve built is unshakable. This record proves it. Distance didn’t break them, it made their music deeper.