It was about time to put certain things in their places - upside
down. Ancient rock'n'roll myths about living fast and dying faster
never really made any sense in Serbia. But even if they ever did,
they had been terminally shattered during the past 10 years of The
Great Confusion. Speed and selfdestructiveness became the insignia
of another culture, another civilisation, one that grew in place
of "the life we once knew".
Darkwood Dub are perfectly aware of that and they allow themselves
to play and wrestle with the concept of the inevitable - nothing
is the same anymore, no matter how familiar it seems. Neither we,
nor our music.
This album is just like that - from nervous electronic ticking
of "Vrtlog Vira" to the resignated disco-lullaby of "Zivot
Pocinje u 30 -oj", Darkwood Dub are leaving traces that make
the journey through their intimate world both easy and intriguing.
Almost three years after "Elektropionir", some lessons
are to be repeated, new ones to be learned. Sandstorms, baobabs,
continents, whirlpools and cold suns are entering the story of lost
time and youth set asleep. The story that is just being unfolded.
The album in first degree? Don't trust anyone over thirty.