Home of Lviv-based trio/duo
A fill-in-the-blanks gucci rapidshare release. First side: our take on #хлопськийнойз from 2011. Second side: Marenych nostrum.
The most deliberately assembled album of the Ukrainian trio to date. Baroque-era horses grazing among ionized leftovers of retired contemporary musics. Distance without irony. Freeform art going native and learning to incorporate its doubt and suspicion into its freedom. Tangible unprotected things and songs. (Also up on FMA.)
New archival release, a Riasni Drova trio/duo split from 2011. The duo thing is basically a long percussion duet, not typical fare for us ooooo-types. The title is for now a working title, and there are going to be more working titles for a while, until Oleg returns from the army and starts renaming it all.
A new message in a bottle that did not reach the ancestors on time; from sweet home 2011.
Riasni Drova Consort – Бенкет; хребет @ Bandcamp
New release of old mono recordings on Bandcamp. Chorales, fantasias and romps with Taras Fedirko.
The label that was interested in Green Ray District as a split side went to sleep about a year ago. This short album includes another episode of our JJNilesploitation series and comes in an anatomical mix specifically for the prying ears for whom bathing in atmospherics is the last thing on their minds.
And straight from the obskuryatnik comes the second one, this time from Riasni Drova Consort: Famiglie, intere specie di bagagli. Similar story: the friendly label that cared for this album went into anabiosis as far back as 2010. Andrij thinks that “sub-Incus avant rednecks” sums up the music here very well; this was maybe the last session when we felt fine and happy doing something of this sort. Soon afterwards we became preoccupied with quite different flows.
A new split self-release is out via Free Music Archive. Excavated from recordings made in 2010. The Riasni Drova side is angry and single-minded, clearly aiming to encircle and swallow anything that might come its way so that it can become something even larger. The Moglass side, with its two slabs of rough priestly melon dub, does not look for anything else to apply its forces and desires to, as it feels itself to be already as large as an aircraft carrier. Cover art by Andrij Orel.