Boukane

In this second album Lolomis follows the path that leads to the cursed wood, the one against which the grandmothers warn us, the one that frightens but which attracts ... To the Balkan trance that we knew was added a dark and quite fascinating poetry. The quartet composed of a singer, a harp, flutes and percussion, here foils the codes of the pop with a malice virtuoso and refined colors. From a song of Russian revolt to an incantation of black magic, from the lament of a wandering sailor to the katajjaq songs of the Inuit women, this opus is a tribute to the modern sorcerers. Here is Boukane: an album with salt, night and forbidden taste. (Arthur Bacon)