Poland, 1979, avant-folk / jazz fusion

OssianKsięga chmur: This album is like a diary documenting some kind of weird, writhing celebration conflating sex, drugs, and the vagaries of pagan worship. Not sure if that’s the artists’ intention, but the maenads are clearly present. And they’re ready to tear you apart. After they’re done with their moaning/drug trip, a steady drone brings them out of their trance, and the harp and flute gently wake them up. When they’ve finally got their heads about them again, they chant in a mysterious chorus that welcomes the dawn.

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