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
Ξέρει μια γλώσσα μα φοβάται και τραυλίζει
Είναι αυτή η γλώσσα που ξυπνάει τους νεκρούς
Όλοι τους νεκροί από ένα κόσμο δίχως χρόνο
Όλοι τους νεκροί που για τον χρόνο τραγουδούν
Για τη γαλήνη που δεν ξέρουν πότε θά 'ρθει
Αυτό τον πόνο που είναι πάντα συνεπής
Για την αρχαία των προγόνων τους τη μοίρα μπορεί
Την αιώνια κατάρα της σιωπής
Ξέρει μια γλώσσα μυστική και δικασμένη
Σε κόκαλα γραμμένη χαραγμένη με νυστέρι
Πόσο θέλει να μιλήσει, μα να ακούσει δεν αντέχει
Είναι οι ύμνοι του κενού, των νεκρών οι προσευχές
Για τη γαλήνη που δεν ξέρουν πότε θά ‘ρθει
Αυτό τον πόνο που είναι πάντα συνεπής
Για την αρχαία των προγόνων τους τη μοίρα, μπορεί
Την αιώνια κατάρα της σιωπής
He’s learned a language but stutters from feeling dread
This is the language that awakens the dead
All of them dead from living in a world without time
Hear the dead about time humming a tuneless rhyme
A rhyme about awaited rest that seems at best eventual
A rhyme about this pain that seems forever punctual
A rhyme perhaps about their forbears’ destiny that’s timeless
A rhyme about the everlasting curse of silence
He’s learned a language covert and condemned
On bones etched with a scalpel, on bones forcibly penned
He yearns for speech yet from hearing shies away
This is the hymn to nothingness the way the dead men pray
A rhyme about awaited rest that seems at best eventual
A rhyme about this pain that seems forever punctual
A rhyme perhaps about their forbears’ destiny that’s timeless
A rhyme about the everlasting curse of silence
credits
from KRAAK,
released October 10, 2019
Aggelos Kottas : Lyrics / Vocals / Bass Guitar
Don Stavrinos : Trumpet / Piano
Kostas Petropoulos : Guitar
Alekos Efthimiadis : Guitar
Andreas Bicouvarakis : Drums
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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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