Staraya Derevnya – Boulder Blues

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Staraya Derevnya - Boulder BluesMy favourite Russian – Israeli – UK collective Staraya Derevnya are back with another slice of splintered luminosity influenced by the Saint Petersburg poet and artist Arthur Molev.

“Scythian Nest” dives straight into a clink-clanked needling mélange of avant folk — an addictive jiver, hot-coal leaping in falsetto warbles and noisy rubs. An absurdist cabaret jigger-jagging the jovial on wizened limbs as the instrumentation plays a nomadic hop-scotch with your ears.

Psychedelic changelings, fragmentary and flavoursome – a melodic converge that seeps elsewhere tranquillises reality’s hold – a dream-time that makes sense of that cover’s strange visual grip. Something that the boundary-blurring witchery of “Boulder Blues” exemplifies, easing away from the energetics of the opener, its simple repeated phrase finding a hypnotic hook.




The synaptically shuffled syllables made percussive, the strange thistling instrumentation behind it crow-winged and ragged, arterially spread on this kiltering beat. Gutturally fraying into this manic wow that railroads your skull, flies straight to your hips and yeah – resistance to which is totally futile. A flipping excellent experience for “Tangled Hands” to sensually sabre a soft and mysterious follow up, shimmering languid in cicada electrics and medicating fragments as intertwined vocals shaman snake that lullabying half-light dissolve into a haze-warped horizon.

But all this is nothing compared to the twenty-minute “Bubbling Pelt” that captures the Derevnya ensemble burning a taut and tensive heat back at 2020’s Tusk Festival. Its glistening glow cinematically shunting an oozy jazz-e-nated disposition that creeps your flesh (in a good way), a tightening periphery channelling; then un-caging its spirit animal. A primal pearl that the intoxicated ingot of “Gallant Spider” drifts away from and ends proceedings with a little earwormed mantra.

Staraya Derevnya can’t put a foot wrong in my option – well worth your hard-earned.

-Michael Rodham-Heaps-

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