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Trupa Trupa • B FLAT A

Release Date: 11/02/2022
Format: CD/LP+DL/DL
Cat-No: GBCD 122

01. Moving (02:45)
02. Kwietnik (03:27)
03. Twitch (02:51)
04. Lines (03:24)
05. Uniforms (02:02)
06. Lit (02:45)
07. Far Away (02:04)
08. All And All (03:54)
09. Uselessness (04:06)
10. Sick (04:37)
11. B Flat A (06:11)

With B FLAT A this much acclaimed quartet from Gdańsk have produced their most epic and visceral statement to date.
A universe where echoes of Can, Syd Barrett and Fugazi lovingly collide.

“Off-kilter melodies, dense instrumentation and lyrical explorations of the darkest side of the human condition” — The Guardian

In the 1963 introduction to his dystopian novel, Bend Sinister, Vladimir Nabokov talks of how the book’s plot – one of subterfuge, betrayal, imprisonment and death – “starts to breed in the bright broth of a rain puddle”. This oblong pool, “shaped like a cell that is about to divide”, reappears throughout the text as an ink blot then an ink stain, spilled milk, an image of ciliated thought, a footprint and the imprint of a human soul.

Nabokov’s puddle could be the perfect metaphor for the music of Trupa Trupa. An entity that shapeshifts and documents different circumstances, but music that still reflects a single, inevitable truth. The band’s make up is key here; Trupa Trupa consists of “four friends and captains” with different personalities: something that creates, in the words of singer Grzegorz Kwiatkowski, “troubles”, which lead to “both a democracy and a polyphonic situation.” We could also look to their formidable back catalogue and sift through a body of work that can often sound hard, or blunt; akin to the offhand and oblique stories of a backwoodsman. But this bluntness is carefully couched in abstractions or clever patterns, courtesy of suggestive phrases and the imposition of tonal or rhythmic moods. It is also set off against the most beautiful and uplifting pop music. A conundrum, of course, but then one doesn’t look into Nabokovian puddles for ‘likes’.

One element of the Gdansk band’s music is always there, in plain sight. Trupa Trupa look to confront evil; exploring, in Kwiatkowski’s words, “the wasteland of human nature where hatred and genocide are not just distant reverberations of Central European history but still resonate in contemporary reality.” The band often does this openly and without compromise; even if the lyrics love to deal in metaphor or intrigue. And yet, and maybe strangely in a world increasingly addicted to proclaiming “its own truth” online, Trupa Trupa still revels in making truthful music that needs no instant affirmation. On this new release, for example, the crushing plod of ‘Sick’ is driven by the lines, “I don’t know how to tell you that you’re sick”. Brilliantly evocative and double-dealing, it is a line that brings to mind both recent events and countryman Andrzej Żuławski’s 1971 film, The Third Part of the Night, where the metaphor of sickness is graphically and symbolically used to describe a society dealing with the pressure of both a physical and mental occupation. Here, the processed noises sound like they mutate, or decay as they progress; a sonic petri dish that reminds us that sometimes we have no control over the way things pan out.

Inevitably, COVID hangs over everything like a broody rain cloud. Grzegorz Kwiatkowski talks of a “visible paranoia” in the studio during the recording of B FLAT A. “COVID also affected us. So our dark stuff was in my opinion even darker because of this super strange, frightening atmosphere all around us and inside of us.” According to Kwiatkowski the record – worked on when an American tour had to be canned at the last minute – is a “kind of a study of disintegration and decomposition.” Maybe the powerful track, ‘Uselessness’ documents this, where the sometimes overbearing arrangement drives home the core message. The music feels oppressive and threatening, almost physically forcing the listener into the position of those who feel useless in the face of such an assault.

Though still carrying the weight of unseen or unheard histories, whether ancient or modern, B FLAT A is the release where the provincial math rock, woozy psychedelia and heavy folk elements finally coalesce in that most unfashionable of things, a sound that can fill a stadium. The band has always been able to shake the roots of any mountain in terms of making a noise but their new record showcases a new, outward-looking sensibility that could moonlight as the kind of sludgy, primetime pop-rock music that Pink Floyd once ensnared half the world’s youth with. Listen to the airy ‘All and All’ for example, with its gentle, organ bound melody. It could be a Beatles fly by, or a lost snippet from that period when Rick Wright took over song duties from Syd Barrett in the Floyd. In this regard it seems now that their last two releases, 2019’s Of the Sun and 2017’s Jolly New Songs were brilliant teases, “existential” records that played footsie with the listener, promising many brilliant things only to disappear into a mist with a wink and a nod. B FLAT A is a much more upfront affair, armed with a quiver full of sonic arrows such as potential world hit, ‘Uniforms’. This track, with its Guided By Voices-style simplicity, boils down all the nefarious, quixotic, algorithmic thoughts about “belonging” to a terrifying statement, “I wanna be all my uniforms”. The rumbling percussive pay off adds a certain irony as we stare at our own reflections, or more likely, bawl it out in affirmation whilst waving our lighters in the air. When asked whether the band would fancy revamping the formula that brought the world Live Aid, Kwiatkowski was blunt. “Not at all. Actually we really don’t like this kind of art. And our heroes are bands like Fugazi, Sonic Youth or the Velvet Underground and a lot of other stuff such as Glenn Gould or Schubert. And anyway, sometimes our gigs look like real hell. Very often before gigs I ask sound engineers and the light people to literally destroy everything. We give them total freedom but with this one suggestion: let’s make a very intensive rollercoaster situation.”

B FLAT A also foregrounds one of Trupa Trupa’s great strengths – maybe an unfashionable one for these LCD times – namely, their collective ability to make incredibly tactile, physical music. The band approaches this task in a number of ways; sometimes like that of a master craftsman carving an ornate chair. Or a welder repairing a tank that’s been knocked up in a sortie. Regardless of the situation, nothing is left to chance, there is never the idea that the song and the texts have to undergo an awkward introduction after both have been created. Because of this B FLAT A is perhaps their most alert and “focused” record to date; it signals an intent and a placement of sound. Tracks like ‘Far Away’, ‘Kwietnik’ and ‘Twitch’ are driven by tough, strident beats and growling guitar passages, inhabiting an interesting hinterland; one in view of the camp fires set up by Goth and post rock. The record even treads water into metal territory, running off with a Rush lick like a dog with a bone.

Never forget that this music can be a lot of fun, too. A love of opera and the power of Ohm have guided recent gigs. The band members also believe in “family friendship vibes” and “great, openhearted cooperation”, a rarity in the music industry. Kwiatkowski: “Year by year our family is bigger and stronger. We met so many great people on our way and these relations are as important as art. And all of this creates some kind of ethical landscape, which is also very very important for us and for our art.” Cryptic, funny, possessing of a great moral force, Trupa Trupa is a band for these times, whether we are ready for them or not.

Trupa Trupa • I’ll Find

Release Date: 06/03/2021
Format: CD/DL
Cat-No: GBCD 093

01. Fitzcarraldo
02. End Of The Line
03. Invisible Door
04. I’ll Find

“Trupa Trupa…blends off-kilter melodies, dense instrumentation and lyrical
explorations of the darkest side of the human condition.” – The Guardian

„I’ll Find” – the new EP from the Polish quartet Trupa Trupa – consists of four radiant, kaleidoscopic songs which further cement the band’s reputation as one of the up and coming voices on the global psychedelic scene.

On the krautrock-esque title track the music pulses and churns while lead vocalist Grzegorz Kwiatkowski incants the phrase “I’ll find.” And as if to represent a schizophrenic internal dialogue, he also provides the answer: “No, you won’t.”

A similar situation can be found in the Werner Herzog inspired track „Fitzcarraldo.” The music languidly winds and soars while Kwiatkowski sings “The sun/The sky/The cloud/The ground” and a few moments later: “The sun/The ground/The ground/The ground”.

On the new EP we discover another thrilling side to Trupa Trupa – more psyched-out and more boldly lyrical than on the band’s widely acclaimed album „Of The Sun” released in September of last year. The words and sonic atmosphere of the EP reminds one not only of the epic melancholy of the film „Fitzcarraldo” but also of the dark, edgy jungle energy of ‘Heart of Darkness” – a book written by Joseph Conrad – whose real name was Konrad Korzeniowski. Conrad was in fact a Polish writer that wrote in English about the desperate side of human nature and the uncanny ability of human beings to kill each other.

„I’ll Find” was recorded, produced and mixed by Michal Kupicz in Gdańsk, Poland at Custom 34 studios. Trupa Trupa is Grzegorz Kwiatkowski (vocal, guitar), Wojciech Juchniewicz (vocal, bass guitar, guitar), Rafał Wojczal (vocal, second guitar, keys), and Tomasz Pawluczuk (drums).

On the third track of the EP „Invisible Door,” guitarist/keyboardist Rafał Wojczal makes his lyrical and vocal debut.

Trupa Trupa • Of The Sun

Release Date: 13/09/2019
Format: CD/LP+DL/DL
Cat-No: GBCD/LP 080

1. Dream About 03:43
2. Mangle 03:00
3. Another Day 04:16
4. Angle 02:18
5. Longing 04:23
6. Remainder 03:02
7. Anyhow 02:24
8. Long Time Ago 02:51
9. Of The Sun 04:53
10. Glory 03:05
11. Turn 01:54
12. Satellite 06:44

Almost every song on Of The Sun—the magnetic fifth album from the Polish quartet Trupa Trupa—lands like an anthem, with barbed hooks driven by an italicized rhythm section and a chimera of crisscrossing harmonies. During “Dream About,” a honeyed falsetto totters over a menacing bassline, the frisson between them so hypnotic it renders the title phrase as an existential mantra, a lifeline. The distorted and snarling “Mangle” rumbles then lifts skyward, its wild-eyed shouts and phosphorescent guitar rising like a winter sun. “Angle” is a pensive acoustic reverie, with chiming harmonics swirling like wisps of smoke around the refrain.

Throughout its propulsive 12-song sequence, this is an album that never lets up. From the relentlessly pulsing “Long Time Ago” to the deep glisten of “Longing,” Of The Sun is an unbroken string of hits in Trupa Trupa’s idiosyncratic, self-made universe.

But just beneath the surface of these often bright and always indelible songs, there is a world teeming with nihilistic considerations, slyly dark humor, and survivalist self-assurances – all subtly nestled into bold refrains and reflected back via complex, secret textures. In the breathless rush of “Remainder,” for instance, the band chants “Well, it did not take place” again and again for three minutes, refusing to define “it” so that the emptiness applies to everything. And though “Long Time Ago” hits like a psychedelic romp, corroded sheets of noise spill out beneath the hook, betraying the sense of absolute oblivion at the song’s core.

“It pretends to be nice,” confesses singer Grzegorz Kwiatkowski with a laugh, from the band’s home city in northern Poland along the edge of the Baltic Sea, Gdańsk. “But really, it’s not nice. These are contemplative songs about extremes. Sometimes, I call it vital pessimism. We cherish our freedom but the place where we are from is also a grim reminder of the evil that people are capable of. We cannot forget it. We cannot justify it. We must remember and not be indifferent.”

The setting of Gdańsk is a crucial philosophical and aesthetic touchstone for Trupa Trupa. A city with a convoluted history of German and Polish rule and self-sovereignty, it is itself a living testament to the turnover of human toil. It’s also the homeland of Arthur Schopenhauer, a philosopher whose system of metaphysical will inspired Nietzsche and, in turn, Trupa Trupa. Klaus Kinski was born nearby, too; Kwiatkowski considers his Werner Herzog-directed film, Fitzcarraldo, one of the best movies ever made. Kinski tries in vain to amass a fortune by piloting a steamship over a mountain into the rubber bonanza of the Amazon. It is a portrait of great effort and pathetic failure, of strain sublimating into nothing. Along with the notions of Beckett, hints of Syd Barrett, and the knotty complications of Wire, these emotions ripple through Of The Sun, a radiant album about the damnation of mortality.

Trupa Trupa has grown inordinately in both confidence and execution during the last half-decade. Spurred on by a democratic process, where no one is the real leader and all ideas and influences are funneled into the same rich sound, Trupa Trupa channel a multiverse of feelings into captivating four-minute spans. Throughout Of The Sun, they stare into the dark and summon a light of their own, making the struggle feel not just tolerable but deceptively triumphant.

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Of The Sun was recorded, produced and mixed by Michal Kupicz during October and November 2018 in Gdańsk, Poland at Custom 34 studios. Trupa Trupa is Grzegorz Kwiatkowski (vocal, guitar), Wojciech Juchniewicz (vocal, bass guitar, guitar), Rafał Wojczal (second guitar, keys), and Tomasz Pawluczuk (drums).

Trupa Trupa made their first international appearance in 2015 with the album “Headache” published by a British label Blue Tapes and X-Ray Records. A year later, they signed to French Ici d’ailleurs, where they released a remastered version of “Headache” on vinyl. In 2017, in cooperation with their British and French labels, the band recorded and put out “Jolly New Songs”, which was also published by the Japanese label Moorworks. In recent years, Trupa Trupa have toured extensively, playing at the SXSW, Primavera Sound, Iceland Airwaves, Colours of Ostrava, Waves Vienna, Eurosonic, Liverpool Sound City, to name just a few.

In February, 2019 the band released a single “Dream about” via Sub Pop Records. The new album Of The Sun will be international cooperation between Glitterbeat Records (Europe & elsewhere), Lovitt Records (USA), Moorworks (Japan) and Antena Krzyku (Poland). The band works with Paradigm Talent Agency in North America, South America, Asia, & Australia and ATC Live for Europe, and will promote the new album with tours in the USA, Europe and Japan.

Trupa Trupa

With B FLAT A this much acclaimed quartet from Gdańsk have produced their most epic and visceral statement to date.
A universe where echoes of Can, Syd Barrett and Fugazi lovingly collide.

“Off-kilter melodies, dense instrumentation and lyrical explorations of the darkest side of the human condition” — The Guardian

In the 1963 introduction to his dystopian novel, Bend Sinister, Vladimir Nabokov talks of how the book’s plot – one of subterfuge, betrayal, imprisonment and death – “starts to breed in the bright broth of a rain puddle”. This oblong pool, “shaped like a cell that is about to divide”, reappears throughout the text as an ink blot then an ink stain, spilled milk, an image of ciliated thought, a footprint and the imprint of a human soul.

Nabokov’s puddle could be the perfect metaphor for the music of Trupa Trupa. An entity that shapeshifts and documents different circumstances, but music that still reflects a single, inevitable truth. The band’s make up is key here; Trupa Trupa consists of “four friends and captains” with different personalities: something that creates, in the words of singer Grzegorz Kwiatkowski, “troubles”, which lead to “both a democracy and a polyphonic situation.” We could also look to their formidable back catalogue and sift through a body of work that can often sound hard, or blunt; akin to the offhand and oblique stories of a backwoodsman. But this bluntness is carefully couched in abstractions or clever patterns, courtesy of suggestive phrases and the imposition of tonal or rhythmic moods. It is also set off against the most beautiful and uplifting pop music. A conundrum, of course, but then one doesn’t look into Nabokovian puddles for ‘likes’.

One element of the Gdansk band’s music is always there, in plain sight. Trupa Trupa look to confront evil; exploring, in Kwiatkowski’s words, “the wasteland of human nature where hatred and genocide are not just distant reverberations of Central European history but still resonate in contemporary reality.” The band often does this openly and without compromise; even if the lyrics love to deal in metaphor or intrigue. And yet, and maybe strangely in a world increasingly addicted to proclaiming “its own truth” online, Trupa Trupa still revels in making truthful music that needs no instant affirmation. On this new release, for example, the crushing plod of ‘Sick’ is driven by the lines, “I don’t know how to tell you that you’re sick”. Brilliantly evocative and double-dealing, it is a line that brings to mind both recent events and countryman Andrzej Żuławski’s 1971 film, The Third Part of the Night, where the metaphor of sickness is graphically and symbolically used to describe a society dealing with the pressure of both a physical and mental occupation. Here, the processed noises sound like they mutate, or decay as they progress; a sonic petri dish that reminds us that sometimes we have no control over the way things pan out.

Inevitably, COVID hangs over everything like a broody rain cloud. Grzegorz Kwiatkowski talks of a “visible paranoia” in the studio during the recording of B FLAT A. “COVID also affected us. So our dark stuff was in my opinion even darker because of this super strange, frightening atmosphere all around us and inside of us.” According to Kwiatkowski the record – worked on when an American tour had to be canned at the last minute – is a “kind of a study of disintegration and decomposition.” Maybe the powerful track, ‘Uselessness’ documents this, where the sometimes overbearing arrangement drives home the core message. The music feels oppressive and threatening, almost physically forcing the listener into the position of those who feel useless in the face of such an assault.

Though still carrying the weight of unseen or unheard histories, whether ancient or modern, B FLAT A is the release where the provincial math rock, woozy psychedelia and heavy folk elements finally coalesce in that most unfashionable of things, a sound that can fill a stadium. The band has always been able to shake the roots of any mountain in terms of making a noise but their new record showcases a new, outward-looking sensibility that could moonlight as the kind of sludgy, primetime pop-rock music that Pink Floyd once ensnared half the world’s youth with. Listen to the airy ‘All and All’ for example, with its gentle, organ bound melody. It could be a Beatles fly by, or a lost snippet from that period when Rick Wright took over song duties from Syd Barrett in the Floyd. In this regard it seems now that their last two releases, 2019’s Of the Sun and 2017’s Jolly New Songs were brilliant teases, “existential” records that played footsie with the listener, promising many brilliant things only to disappear into a mist with a wink and a nod. B FLAT A is a much more upfront affair, armed with a quiver full of sonic arrows such as potential world hit, ‘Uniforms’. This track, with its Guided By Voices-style simplicity, boils down all the nefarious, quixotic, algorithmic thoughts about “belonging” to a terrifying statement, “I wanna be all my uniforms”. The rumbling percussive pay off adds a certain irony as we stare at our own reflections, or more likely, bawl it out in affirmation whilst waving our lighters in the air. When asked whether the band would fancy revamping the formula that brought the world Live Aid, Kwiatkowski was blunt. “Not at all. Actually we really don’t like this kind of art. And our heroes are bands like Fugazi, Sonic Youth or the Velvet Underground and a lot of other stuff such as Glenn Gould or Schubert. And anyway, sometimes our gigs look like real hell. Very often before gigs I ask sound engineers and the light people to literally destroy everything. We give them total freedom but with this one suggestion: let’s make a very intensive rollercoaster situation.”

B FLAT A also foregrounds one of Trupa Trupa’s great strengths – maybe an unfashionable one for these LCD times – namely, their collective ability to make incredibly tactile, physical music. The band approaches this task in a number of ways; sometimes like that of a master craftsman carving an ornate chair. Or a welder repairing a tank that’s been knocked up in a sortie. Regardless of the situation, nothing is left to chance, there is never the idea that the song and the texts have to undergo an awkward introduction after both have been created. Because of this B FLAT A is perhaps their most alert and “focused” record to date; it signals an intent and a placement of sound. Tracks like ‘Far Away’, ‘Kwietnik’ and ‘Twitch’ are driven by tough, strident beats and growling guitar passages, inhabiting an interesting hinterland; one in view of the camp fires set up by Goth and post rock. The record even treads water into metal territory, running off with a Rush lick like a dog with a bone.

Never forget that this music can be a lot of fun, too. A love of opera and the power of Ohm have guided recent gigs. The band members also believe in “family friendship vibes” and “great, openhearted cooperation”, a rarity in the music industry. Kwiatkowski: “Year by year our family is bigger and stronger. We met so many great people on our way and these relations are as important as art. And all of this creates some kind of ethical landscape, which is also very very important for us and for our art.” Cryptic, funny, possessing of a great moral force, Trupa Trupa is a band for these times, whether we are ready for them or not.