The Very Best of Dustyesky Album Launch
Sat 7pm | Brunswick Picture House | $25/15
Five years ago Glenn Wright had an idea: Why not create a Russian choir for his festival and feature local blokes singing Russian working songs? Who would have thought that these 28 men would hit such a chord with so many. They make you smile, and cry, and are festival favourites from Woodford to Womad, to the Melba SpiegelTent. Recorded by producer Comrade Jordo, what we now have is Dustyesky the Album! Comrade Swiv is the dedicated mouthpiece of this Russian outfit and he spoke with The Echo.
How did you guys prepare for your album?
We have camp. Walk naked in hinterland. Cover bodies in macadamia butters. Wash off with gherkin juice. Then repeat.
What was the concept for The Very Best of Dustyesky?
What else do you call the most eagerly anticipated debut album in weeks?
How did you get the sound to translate from studio to CD? It’s not too clean I hope.
No. We ask producer Jordi to make authentic magics. Our voices mix with sound of thawing permafrosts and howl of wolves. It work. And boss Swainski then sing all the harmonies by himself; he do good jobs.
What song do you feel is the most powerful on the new release? Can you tell us why?
Sacred War. The one we sing when on Jetstar. But, serious, is about Russian people rising like a noble wave to repel the fascist hordes. Song for our times. Sounds fantastic!
How do you keep the magic going with 28 men?
By giving excuse to get out of house every Tuesday. Forever!
What happens at a Dusty rehearsal?
We always talking horse racing, stock market tips, and increasingly share podiatry anecdotes. Also tractor parts.
What’s on the horizon for Dustyesky?
We on tour a little bit to Melbournova and Sydnih. We do some festivals as well. We try to go maybe to Edinburgh. Or Vladivostok Festival of The Manly Voices. You stayed tuning!
Launching at the Brunswick Picture House on Saturday at 7pm with special guests Joel Salom & The Flash Collective. Tix are $25/15 at brunswickpicturehouse.com
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