Krakow duo resuscitates post-folk ashes, marks out paths for them and throws them directly on loopers, with Slavic kicks colliding Tom Waits and Junip. Zola shouts on klezmers, Henry Miller dances with Moomins, and in the result we receive intertextual, melancholic carousel. Kierkegaard used to write about them: ‘Seems it’s a jazz’. He couldn’t be further from the truth.
New blood on local scene, and they’re already being played in right places; and they’re also not sitting idly and play in the right places. For instance on TAK BRZMI MIASTO/ HEAR THE CITY.