They played their first concert in so unlikely a place as Lejre Research Center, and have received recognition from all over Europe for their competent research into the Nordic music traditions of the Viking period. Krauka (Guðjón Rúdolf Guðmundsson , Aksel Striim and Jens Villy Pedersen) have recorded yet another collection of new and old songs under the title Bylur, which in Icelandic bears the double meaning of snowstorm and noise. And parts of the album were actually recorded under winter conditions in Denmark and Icelandsuch as during a snowstorm in the western fiords. But in their own way, Krauka do actually make an awful noise compared to earlier albums, since this album has been a personal challenge and an exploration of their own musical limitations.
Bylur, as its lauded predecessor Stiklur from 2003, has been created in close collaboration with producers Thorkell Atlason and Henrik Corfitsen, whose electronic contributions combines naturally with the groups own sound universe the tracks still resound with strong, poetic male voices, rebec, hand drums, jewish harps, lyres and flutes, and they still draw on Icelandic text sources and medieval song tradition. The Vikings have been transported into a present which offers impulses they hardly could have imagined in their own time. On Bylur, the Icelandic song tradition meets with samples and electronic sound collages, hand-played hide-drums combine with hip hop and time honored musicianship executed with modern musical curiosity. But above all, sun, snow and ocean - the Nordic nature - are the natural inhabitants of these tracks, which seem to flourish best outdoors, where the campfire burns, the dance is on, followed by a Viking dip in the ocean. Bylur is imbued with an infectious feel for everything that makes life worth living, for better and for worse - from the pricking of food on your tongue to the stormy soul of battle.
Bylur is the past at its most radical - and the present where it delves deepest into the soil. It is an experiment without many parallels in modern music, played by three actually quite old-fashioned musicians with the joy of their work tattooed on their souls - and with a captivating, folk sound, which at the end of the day is hardly foreign to even the most hardcore avant-garde fan . It is a door, which allows us to recognize both what we were and what we are becoming in our times, when the world has come knocking with new sounds and impulses. But above all, it is the sound of Krauka at their most sweepingly impressive and at their most fearless.
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Oyez! Oyez braves gens!! Le cernunnos est un des rares festivals qui mélange non seulement les musiques metal pagan, trad et folk mais qui propose au public un univers médiéval avec des échoppes d'artisans, des animations et des jeux qui font participer tout le monde.
Le 24 Janvier 2010 à l'Elysée Montmartre (75018 Paris) 14h >> 22h30 A l'affiche : ARKONA, BELENOS, ANGANTYR, STILLE VOLK, XIV DARK CENTURIES, HEOL TELWEN, TORNAOD, VIKINGS'N'CELTS
Hi, my dear friends Krauka, how it’s going? I hope, you’re well! The end of the year is coming by fast strides and I had recognized that I’m just indebted to all my friends with messages&good luck wishes etc., not only to you. Sorry!
I’m the one who had never felt myself wearily and there are a lot of things what I must fulfil soon. Now I have an idea to arrange the place for those, who want to make some jewelry by themselves. I’ll start the project after the New Year’s celebrations, for I’m busy with making of Christmass presents yet. I hope you’ll spend the peaceful outgoing year and will meet the splendid New Year! Take my care! Yours old friend Daumants, the writer and silversmith
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
Ompakara med selveste Benny Borg på laget, har spilt inn ny og heftig versjon av den legendariske Balladen om Morgan Kane.
Det 12 manns store Elverumsorkesteret med Balkansound og patent på Gangsterpolka , har denne gangen kastet seg på Mariachiompa genren, hvor den Mexicanske Mariachitropmeten kommer til sin rett.
Ompakaras fele høres denne gangen ut som en Marimba , banjoen er bytta ut med stringswing flamenco gitar, og det trente øre vil høre et godt gammeldags 70 talls stueorgel vugge med.
Elverum mannskor preger et av Norges mest brukte refreng; Morgan Kane var hans navn. Kontakt.; Ivar Nergaard, 91793129, ivar@ompakara.no Harde fakta:
Morgan Kane trekker på 1/5 dels sekund
Morgan kane trekker over 1000 ganger iløpet av balladen om Morgan Kane.
Varmt velkommen på Kulturmaskinen i Odense onsdag den 4. november kl 19, der er en sjælden chance for at komme til Thybal med Skaarup & Bugge! Tag gerne både nogle venner, en lille punch og danseskoene med, vi glæder os :-)
Hej venner, på fredag den 23. okt fra kl 20 er der vildt fart på musikken i Roskilde, dobbeltkoncert på Gimle med TrioTHG og Habadekuk! Og bagefter POLKARAVE med jam, dans og fest for alle! I er meget velkomne :-)
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Quiubo aqui nomas pasando a saludarte, oye ora si ya estamos por salir y nos gustaria que gente chida como tu nos ayudara a elegir nuestra primera cancion, podrias echarles un vistazo y ayudarnos? Nosotros pensamos que la numero 4 tu cual crees? Pasate un dia bien chido!!!!! Gracias!!!!
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
