Russia, 2006, avant-folk
I don’t understand Russian, so I’m safe from being annoyed by the lyrics. Apparently the lyrics are annoying. A lot of the vocals are spat and growled spoken-word, and the music moves like a mountain-runner with a broken leg but he’s so drunk he cannot feel his pain. Up and down, up and down. Musical themes running at variance in such wonderful contrast. Frightening and beautiful string work.
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