An entity that shapeshifts and documents different circumstances, but music that still reflects a single, inevitable truth. Nabokov’s puddle could be the perfect metaphor for the music of Trupa Trupa.
This oblong pool, “shaped like a cell that is about to divide”, reappears throughout the text as an ink blot then an ink stain, spilled milk, an image of ciliated thought, a footprint and the imprint of a human soul.
In the 1963 introduction to his dystopian novel, Bend Sinister, Vladimir Nabokov talks of how the book’s plot – one of subterfuge, betrayal, imprisonment and death – “starts to breed in the bright broth of a rain puddle”. “Off-kilter melodies, dense instrumentation and lyrical explorations of the darkest side of the human condition” - The Guardian With B FLAT A this much acclaimed quartet from Gdańsk have produced their most epic and visceral statement to date.Ī universe where echoes of Can, Syd Barrett and Fugazi lovingly collide.
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