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The world has lost its intimacy. Enlightenment displaced enchantment, leaving insomniac humans behind, wearing synthetic garments, walking on plastic, haunted by leased cars, credit cards and Hollywood stars. The Earth is deeply shaken. Shaken by an insatiable treatment that only takes and never gives. She is countering with super dry summers, irrational wildfires, the end of Gulf stream and poles, that melt into the sky. What can safe her? Who can bring a radical change for a new deep-rooted society? Music, maybe. New Folk music? Maybe. Made by people, for the community. Distributing a balanced raison d'être, while observing all living conditions of the time without grime.
With “Lullabies for sleepless people in a tired world” Kashual Plastik tries to lift folk music into a new, modern-day plateau, while using the oldest instrument of the world: the human voice. Enlarged with field records, and acoustic guitar tones, eighten artists from all around the globe tell little legends in their native tongue, singing, humming, and chanting worn-out against insomnia. Short, deeply private stories by haunted individuals that seek for thee authentic in a haunted world, that haunts itself with the implausible ghosts of its haunted inhabitants. Religiously sung, spoken, slurred and snored concrète songs, that observe the terra without incognita. Made for getting close, smelling notes. Fashioned with an open heart by far-scattered artists like Australian singer Jonnine, NAR from Beirut, Berlin based string avant-gardist Laure Boer, Malka Tutti label spirit Katzele, Düsseldorf’s spoken word witch Decha, Bavarian tongue poet Vamilienfa†er or Lithuanian artists and DJ Ugne Uma. They all translated an inner fire into intimate harmony, reaching out to embrace the grace of an empty space. Music for conscious souls, that understand all languages without speaking them. International songs for local action. Tunes for a tired world, that can’t remember when it gulped all that pills that cause the ills. Folk against Fracking. Folk against tracking. Folk against sacking. Only sleep brings you back to life!
