Slovenia, 1982, avant-prog / progressive folk
I embrace the playful, silly virtuosity wholeheartedly. This album is like trying to take a nap in a hammock during a wind storm all the trumpet fowl (ducks mostly) enjoying the gale. This is the kind of music you play after having an argument with your mother (because you’ve gutted the kitchen for everything to make the music with–except the sink). Carousels turning within carousels, nested like babushka dolls. And the “singing”? Though it be madness, yet there is method in it.