Dry The River XXI century mixture

I can­not restrain myself from shar­ing my new­est dis­cov­ery with you, which will hope­fully pro­voke shivers to run down your spine, or at least brighten your day. If that hap­pens, my mis­sion today is accomplished.

Here goes Dry The River, rep­res­ent­at­ives of a pop­u­lar genre, who have decided to express them­selves in a “pas­toral” way. The cir­cum­stances and coin­cid­ences for the greatest events to hap­pen are unfore­see­able, and their com­bin­a­tions can­not be planned. What kind of a res­ult could have been expec­ted from a home­less punk rock drum­mer, writ­ing songs in Norwegian, get­ting inspir­a­tion from his Alma Mater — medi­cine and anthro­po­logy, and an edu­cated viol­in­ist? Nobody could have expec­ted, thanks to crazy XXI century‘s cir­cum­stances for allow­ing that to hap­pen. And let‘s rejoice in that.


Carefully selec­ted notes and rhythm, like a fra­gile thread, ball up and form a rich roll of sounds. A del­ic­ate touch to every sound and com­bin­a­tion awakens a relent­less desire to see these guys’ live ses­sion. In London that is quite easy, as one can hear them in ordin­ary, low crowded pubs and small cosy con­cert halls.

After the first accords have rung out, the rumble of a train, widely used by the musi­cians of this genre, is most likely to be heard. But DTR’s lyr­ics con­tain ques­tions and pro­pos­i­tions, rel­ev­ant to the cur­rent gen­er­a­tion. This dis­tinct­ive point is where I‘m about to leave you on your own with Dry The River. Now choose yourself.

Aleksandr Pasevin
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Aleksandr Pasevin
Aleksandr Pasevin is Art Pit’s strategist and designer, responsible for organization’s creative solutions. Aleksandr is also actively interested in new technologies, their connection with creativity and usage in cultural organizations. Aleksandr dislikes long discussions and considerations, and he mostly expresses his opinion quickly about whet... Read further >
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