Sexteto Tabala Les rois du son Palenquero CD

Palenque de San Basilio is a Colombian village founded by fugitive slaves. As he could not chase them off, the king of Spain granted them their independence in 1713. Since the 1920s, the musicians of this village have blended the Cuban 'son' and Colombian folk melodies (cumbia, bellerengue and chalupa). The Sexteto Tabala was created in the thirties, following the Sexteto Habanero de Palenque, itself much influenced by Cuban songs. Tabala is a true legend of Afro-Colombian peasant music. Work or funeral songs, songs about enchanteresses, sensual melodies, insistant beat: music lovers around the world, open your ears wide, the Sexteto Tabala presents you with their second musical production and their original African sound. 

The Altaïan people live mainly in the Altaï Republic, whose capital is Gorno-Altaisk. Some of them practice Tantric Buddhism, introduced by the Tibetans, yet there are no Buddhist edifices in the region. Altaïans practice several forms of throat song with various techniques including overtone singing, during which the singer emits a fundamental note and harmonics at the same time. There are numerous occasions to listen to them, in village celebrations and cultural centers as well as in the theatres of Gorno-Altaisk. The most commonly found instrument is the two-stringed lute, notably used to accompany epics. Altaïans also play a two-stringed fiddle, three kinds of flutes, the homus jaw harp, and the dünmür frame drum.

Aleksej Nikolaevic Kalkin: vocals, drums, lute, flute
Marina Gavlovna Saksaeva: vocals, jaw harp
Alan Viktorovic Temeev: vocals, lute
Ajana Aleksandrovna Temmeeva: vocals, drum, fiddle/and more

Track Listing:
In the sky there is a star
The trunk of a powerful tree
A golden ring
Pondering on the paths of life
Riding on the sorrel steed
Bai bai bai bai
All aroung in the Taïga
On the field bathed in the sunshine
Our songs
Oyim oiyim oioiyim
Until we have stamped
On the Altai’s white summits
The fields covered with greenery
Komurgai
In the past centuries
The sound of a heart
From the young pine
Sunu
Homus
Suur
On the white grass
Like the head of a horse
From the throat no air comes out
Our leader’s opening
Ere cuj
Crossing the stormy river
The rays of the rising sun
On the bare field he was walking
From the sun and the moon