Eclectic to say the least – the phrase ‘inane cavalcade of Balkan gypsy sound-alikes’ pretty much sums it up. In their fourth studio album, celebrating 20 years of continuous musical adventurism – through clubs and festivals, the sound is something of an Odyssey in itself.
Racing through byzantine rhythms, a curious, complex, deliciously dervish-esque gallivant across genres and sound. It’s fun, if not a bit of a mind bend at times. I refer in particular to my favourite of the ten tracks – number six – ‘Captain Borglet’, which raised both an eyebrow and a chuckle.
With titles such as ‘Sandansko Horo’, ‘Hanga Honga’, ‘Funtastic’, ‘Skunk Path’ and so you get the gist.
The Destroyers are a pack of twelve, creating a frenzied fervour on which the listener is invited to join the journey, an extraordinary musical expedition through their original compositions, blended with traditional melodies.
All tongues speak as one, they say – flutes, fiddles, trumpets, clarinets and accordions, with boundless rhythmic energy – this is a big sound, unique in nature.
Born out of Birmingham, colliding genres to enigmatic effect, it is a full-on fest for the senses. Blending Eastern European and Balkan folk influences it is intended to be punk, raw and fantastical fun. Over the years the Destroyers have faced many challenges and changes – much like any Odessan epic journey, but the soul remains intact.
A rousing addition to many big name festivals through the years, with their roguish presence and sound, it is a mind-boggling, joyful, swirling and unique listen, Worth a whirl.