Spring Sabbat

Polypus Acephalous evokes the ghost of Rimsky-Korsakov, one Russia's master orchestral composers and a prime resuscitator of its native folklore, united in the 21st-century to conjure up the uniquely weird players that populate the former's latest album, The Outcast Tribes. They shamble in a slow rise, spontaneously creating some perverse funeral march, each voice possessed by what the band's label calls a sort of "eskimo disco".

Get it on limited edition cassette from Full of Nothing. I'll just add that they're a label from the Republic of Karelia, which is one of those awesome, vaguely autonomous regions in Russia that you never really hear about, god bless 'em.

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