Urban garage punk, modern psychedelic rock, post-rock improvisation, 70’s hard rock and krautrock experimentation neatly coexist, while allusions to Greek folk music are easily discernible.
The fact that KRAAK write their lyrics exclusively in Greek is an additional artistic issue; through their narrative prose, surreal but crucially meaningful writing is unfolded, replete with clear-cut allusions to current social issues.
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lyrics
Ήταν ένας τόπος φοβισμένος και βουβός
Η σκιάξη του η μεγάλη, η αλήθεια και το φως
Μια ηχώ που ήταν θαμμένη από φιλήδονη γιορτή
Ιαχές της ανταρσίας που είχαν θάψει ζωντανή
Νά 'στε καλά ρε γέροι κι ακούστε τα παιδιά σας
Αυτή είναι μια ωδή στον τσαμπουκά σας
Να 'στε καλά ρε μάγκες κι η εικόνα σας θα αγιάσει
Κι ας μην βρεθεί παπάς να σας διαβάσει
Είχαν ιστορίες στα μαλλιά τους κρεμασμένες
Μέρες μοιρασμένες σε κελιά και σε τεκέδες
Τα κεφάλια τους γεμάτα με λουλούδια και φωτιά
Οι πληγές τους αλμυρές, οι πληγές τους αλμυρές
Νά 'στε καλά ρε γέροι κι ακούστε τα παιδιά σας
Αυτή είναι μια ωδή στον τσαμπουκά σας
Νά 'στε καλά ρε μάγκες κι η εικόνα σας θα αγιάσει
Κι ας μην βρεθεί παππάς να σας διαβάσει
In a forgotten corner cowed and hushed
Lost in obscurity, truth and light were crushed
An echo entombed beneath some hedonistic feast
The outcries of a mutiny chained like a feral beast
Be well old men, take heed of your kids’ wit
This is an ode to your own true grit
Be well old lads for sure you’re to be sainted
Though to the priesthood you all are tainted
Stories in their long tangled hair were braided
All their days divided between cells and opium dens
Their bright minds with flowers and fire were laded
And there was salt in their wounds, t’ was salt in their wounds, friends
Be well old men, take heed of your kids’ wit
This is an ode to your own true grit
Be well old lads for sure you’re to be sainted
Though to the priesthood you all are tainted
credits
from KRAAK,
released October 10, 2019
Aggelos Kottas : Lyrics / Vocals / Bass Guitar
Don Stavrinos : Trumpet
Kostas Petropoulos : Guitar
Andreas Bicouvarakis : Drums
supported by 5 fans who also own “Ωδή στον Τσαμπουκά - Ode to True Grit”
By far I'd say this is the best album I've listened to in the last 5 years. Each song has its own story to tell whilst definitely getting stuck in your head. 11/10 Guys keep up the good work 🤙 (also great to listen to whilst high or on acid) tpm55
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