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The Wire, CD Review >>
Were this sextet not so heavily invested in updating the acoustic traditions of rural Poland, they could easily pass for Prog rockers. The symptoms are all there – shifting, complex time signatures, attenuated screaming, scrutiny of the possibilities afforded by recording studio craft, seismic drumming and weird stringed instruments, in this case the Polish fiddle known as the suka. Brief interludes of hammered dulcimer briefly invoke the memory of Anton Karas and his soundtrack for Carol Reed’s The Third Man. Then the rest of the group grab those quantum melodic kernels and thrash them soundly. Turning on a dime, the two female vocalists wail a lament for lost youth, their verses interpolated with a trumpet solo possessed of furious attack and disorienting echo repeats, recalling Mongezi Feza’s playing on Robert Wyatt’s Rock Bottom. 05/01/04
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