K-drone

Three Slovak musicians locked into a psychedelic folk trance that neither sings nor quite allows you to leave. Banjo, hurdy-gurdy and recorder become percussion instruments here—tools for hypnotic wear rather than melody. Closest reference point would be Henry Flynt’s worst acid trip spliced with Third Ear Band’s pastoral weirdness, though that undersells the sheer strangeness of watching folk instruments used as drone fuel. This is what happens when your national folk tradition meets someone who’s read about gamelan minimalism in a basement.