Review Summary: Pure. Free.
As of recently I've started down a new path of self-discovery, one involving heritage. It's something lost in the age of globalization where cultures merge into a muddled mess of nothing. In this muddling culture is lost, and our understanding of our past people's wane. This is especially potent with people who can trace themselves back to European people's, but is still applicable to other people's within, mainly, modern youth. This may seem like I'm about to veer off into some Varg Vikernes type tangent, but I do believe that from investing one's self in their culture can result in a deeper spiritual connection and perhaps even a greater satisfaction with the self.
However this is something I have found for myself and of course everyone's sense of spirituality can derive from whatever helps them feel guided. For me, investing myself into Polish culture and a (so far faint) understanding of Slavic people's is what helps me feel connected. Cooking Polish food, learning Polish language, and finally, listening to Polish music (rather traditional folk than perhaps the worst genre perceived, Polka). This is where Wedrujacy Wiatr plays in. The music they play is free, like a wind floating through an old oak forest, boundless. Fitting to the name as Wedrujacy Wiatr translates to "wandering wind". It's a sound manifested from the beauty of their homeland, Poland. It's this that I adore-the soft acoustic passages backed by soaring woodwinds and the various sounds of night creatures, tremolos that howl like powerful gales joined together by primal shouts, the soft clatter of chimes or the forceful pulse of various drum patterns. All of it illuminates the beauty of the land which they hail, showing the surreal bond to the earth that everyone shares. May it be the behemoth of a track, "Ja, Wiatr" with it's vibrant depiction of towering oak forests or the final track with it's imagery of the endless Baltic Sea, Wedrujacy Wiatr show one thing-that in this cacaphonous hellishness of earth the beauty of the land before us will always be boundless.
