These global superstars from Tuva open their new album in the most sweetly authentic way: the soloist delivers a simple melody while the rest of the group provides a soft drone – it's a couple of minutes before we get a hint of their trademark throat-singing.
Then that throat-singing drops an octave, and their infectiously warm instrumentalism kicks in. They have also drawn in Western chamber-players to lay a Philip Glass-style carpet of sound, but the songs are village sagas, and the rhythms remain the same.
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