I always marvel at complex or otherworldly music variants that come at me from various corners of the world, because for however bewildering and unique they sound to me, I always realise the astonishing fact that such a music is customary in its source culture. Hence maybe Bittová and Václavek's album (and their individual work) is not as surprising to me as to many others, given I've grown up surrounded by such experiments in folkloric folk, gypsy music and poetry. But even in such context, this still is a wild ride, beautiful and organised, poetically mighty and infectious.
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