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Sing Out! Magazine, CD Review >>
By Derek Beres
From the opening stabs of Boris Kovac¹s saxophone you know a journey awaits. Never mind the song is called "Intro Trip;" all this Yugoslavian bandleader¹s excursions are voyages beyond the expected. Nuanced in the subtle insanity of Balkan jazz, his records are more like mental battles. His ability to veer from heartbreakingly gorgeous melodies, fluttering wings of brass symphonies, into breakneck accordion-driven fury is incomprehensible. One can only imagine shifting drunkenly in a tanchez (dance house) in a state somewhere between paranoia and ecstasy. World After History, like its predecessors, is a soundtrack to the movie of Kovac¹s mind. It envisions a sacred space stretching past dualistic thinking; much
in Eastern European arts reaches for such climax. Whether strolling gently through "Latina" or falling intoxicated to the Wonderland-ish "Crazy Love Waltz," Kovac creates sonic images of wintertime carousels bouncing to the high-pitched wails of tango-fueled jazz (his last record was, fittingly, titled The Last Balkan Tango). Given these cerebral titles, Kovac is as much philosopher as brassist he seeks personal spaces which make sense through incoherence. Hence the melancholic opening of "Dukeland in Your Heart." The trio of saxophone, classical guitar and accordion emit a slow, startlingly
sad portrait of a decimated planet past the confines of history. To put all this into perspective: the Zen koan, what is the sound of one hand clapping? Of course there¹s no answer it¹s an inner realization that moves us past the realm of linear thought. After you¹ve meditated for a bit, turn on World After History for the closest interpretation imaginable. 01/01/06 >> go there
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