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Rating: I sank my hands into the mud and silt stuck under my nails. Songs like slow caravans, traveling towards ghost towns covered by desert dust.
Each track is a diamond in the sand, from “Ljuljuten” (where the singer Rosie Wiederkehr begins to rap softly and then releases her astonishing voice in a Tamachek lullaby) to “Disiu,” where a loving prayer unfolds on a blue trip hop cloak; moving through the dancing anxiety of “Com'U Ventu” and into the arms of the charming “Carizzi R'Amuri,” a dream of Es Souk before the disappearance of the surrounding waters (and you also feel filled when you hear the words “Es Souk si inchi, u cori si inchi” coming from Wiederkehr's lips, who had previously surrendered to plaintive vocalizations in the background).
The album is a real surprise. I never thought that world music could be so stylish. Here, the sounds of traditional instruments from different parts of the world are fused into an acidic electronic mix, making us sink below zero like on a chilly Saharan night. Loops copulate with the beats of the darabouka, voices overlap and intertwine, then dissolve into mysterious echoes beneath a flock of woods (Arghul, Duduk). A myriad of sounds, intelligently combined, for listening at a volume high enough to penetrate the eardrum and split the brain in two, allowing the music to find the space it needs within.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Hala Hala (04:09)
Hala hala
dheli dhewa
henederazum dhewa
danezura.
Komm wir gehen durch den Wind
Komm, komm wir gehen im Sand
Wasser, Feuer, Himmel, Wind
Komm, komm wir gehen
Unvergesslichkeit.
Veni un omu, veni un omu,
veni un omu nno scuru
mi cuntava ri viaggi menzu a fati e maari
luna china ntunnu ammira e spadi lucenti
Terra, focu, celu, ventu
Veni un omu, veni un omu,
sutta un velu nno scuru
veni un omu nno scuru
c'havi occhi r'amicu
era dda ca mi parrava cull'occhi tagghienti
mi cuntava ri viaggi menzu a notti stiddati.
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