You give the gypsies the stage right at the beginning. I always thought they should come at the end. Then, when you can make a wish for the song, a bank note changes hands and the golden tooth has its day. Times have changed. Now they sit together in Istria and simply make great gypsy jazz.
At first I thought that the Norwegian beat wouldn't really find its way into my ears - but it seems to be a long way from Knjaževac to my auditory organ.
Paper Trails, after reading your introduction, which can lead to prejudices, surprised me in an extremely positive way.
Cleo Sol should firmly believe in the title of their song: Things will get better!
What can I say to the Earl in the sweatshirt? Being influenced by dubious Alchemists doesn't always seem to go down well with him?
Finally, since the gypsies have already packed their guitars and clarinets, those who undoubtedly deserve it the most. Jethro Tull!
There was a time when I used to take advantage of every opportunity to look for the glasses of the hare.
I am really glad that someone is taking the time to look in detail at what I have posted. After all, you are one of those who know that people, although the same, are very different inside.
You have not commented on the noisers. I am going to look at them on Monday and, if won't be crowded, I'll record them.