Alright, 'thustra-man. I'll rephrase it, then:
One of those rare instances and experiences where you think on first listen that perhaps you've actually known this music all your life - before asking why the FUCKING HELL-SHIT you would ever displace it and not remember.
Seriously, I gave this album on to a coworker of mine who's a Russian-language major, as well as a former girlfriend of mine from the Ukraine; none of them had any affility whatsoever to "deep" rock music, but both were completely transfixed by lyrics, vibe and various cultural references (history, psychology, religion) in this. It's a totally transcendent type of music; virtuosic to the core only if you're in the "know", otherwise utterly non-exhibitionist at that. "Buryatsea Song" is a stupendously haunting piece of work, sporting some counterpoint beyond belief which aren't even heard if you aren't aware of what they are and do as common tricks. And they play this shit with *so much* apparent ease snd conviction, it's almost frightening.
Even that finishing acoustic-guitar piece is stunningly layered.
Well, I'm off to see Trond (from Panzerpappa) over beers; haven't spoken to him in a while. Be sure to check his recent release with sideproject Suburban Savages - it's a quirky art-pop treat.
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