This blog reached what I consider to be a high point of wilful obscurity in January when I subjected you poor readers to an entire week of enthusiasm about the sinister oddness that is Tuvan throat-singing.
Imagine my state of bouncing-off-seat glee today, then, as I learn that the mighty Yat-kha, the Tuvan Pogues*, are playing two dates in London this summer.
Shall I go and see them at the Spitz in June? Or shall I go to the Barbican for their improvised soundtrack to the infamous 1928 Soviet film, ‘Storm over Asia‘? (That’s a very funky Barbican site for the X-Bloc festival, by the way. Give it a look.)
Do you know something? I might just do both.
* That’s a very approximate comparison, you understand