This time round, Lautari are venturing into the shady territory of the trance-inducing traditional music of deepest Poland.
These are sounds that rose from the ashes of the post-war years, a time when village bands were discovering saxophone, base, and the pleasures of jazz. And nothing of the toe-tapping style and swing of weddings and rollicking rural nights has been lost here. Nor of the atmosphere of an era when everybody was humming the tunes under their breath, everybody, whether crook, thief, musician or dancer. The rustic, earthy music you hear on this recording has been plundered from gap-toothed archives, pinched from data-banks with no key, and smuggled out of cellars long since forgotten. And the group gives the music everything they've got. Because, as they say themselves, old traditions may vanish, ancient cultures may pass away, but the problems that people face in their lives will never ever go away. Yes, music is the best medicine when things get rough, and the musician, charlatan and thief though he may be, is the best guide through the labyrinths of the soul.