I love these songs and recordings very much.
An excerpt from Carl Wislon text about the record:
[...] A kindred breeze seems to waft through Magnanensi’s arrangements, which rather than accent or illustrate seem to turn about the spines of the songs like Calder mobiles. His style disperses the ego-command model of western composition into an assemblage without centre or maybe with a myriad of them, evolving in relationship rather than static form. As in the lyrics of the final Sainte-Marie song here, Magnanensi’s little musical wheels spin and spin, and turn big wheels around. [...]