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B FLAT A review – Uncut

Philosopher-poet Grzegorz Kwiatkowski’s lyrics deal with fundamental questions of fighting evil, in a homeland that has experienced more than its share. This hardcore moral stance is matched by the baleful, seething rock of opener “Moving”. But respite is offered by the scratchily pretty, Sonic Youth-like psychedelic ballad “Lines” and Floydian acid-folk of “All And All”, as Trupa Trupa’s sixth album favours often lovely, mysteriously ritualistic sounds. The dreamy vocal and abrasively chiming guitar on “Sick” are also narcotically dislocating. Kwiatkowski’s words stay sunk deep in the title track’s mix, the submerged poetry of an underground band who carry a courageous subculture with them.

Nick Hasted, Uncut

Joies / La rumeur libre éditions

On Saturday, April 2, the French publishing house La rumeur libre éditions will premiere the book “Joies”. The book, translated by Professor Zbigniew Naliwajek in French, will inaugurate the new “Centrale / Poésie” series by Guillaum Métayer of the Sorbonne. The book’s preface is by Professor Claude Mouchard. The premiere will take place in Paris at the Maison de la Poésie. Claude Mouchard, Audrey Kichelewski, Mateusz Chmurski and Guillaume Métayer will take part in the premiere meeting.

New Music Friday / NPR

“This is just a gloriously noisy gritty rock band from Poland, Bob Boilen and I love very dearly. They have a new record out today called B FLAT A.”

Robin Hilton, New Music Friday cycle,


The Scientific Research Center of the Slovenian Academy of Sciences and Arts had just published my book “Žetev”. The afterward was written by the book’s translator, Simona Klemenčič, and by Oto Luthar.

B FLAT A review – MOJO

Gdansk rockers add fresh pre-punk ingredients to their Baltic bouillabaisse. The first three tracks of this sinewy sixth album revisit the taut post-hardcore that earned Grzegorz Kwiatkowski’s muscular quartet the reductive but appealing soubriquet ‘the Polish Fugazi’. The next five take them into new territory. Lines brings a clear (and all the more welcome for its unexpectedness) echo of mid-period Pink Floyd to the table. Uniforms’ sinister singalong chorus, “I wanna be all my uniforms” also showcases serious stadium-rock potential, while All And All could be one of those tantalising McCartney new song fragments in Get Back. When that woozy melodic miasma kicks into the ferocious moshpit churn of Uselessness – imagine Fire Dances-era Killing Joke asked to write a song about Covid-19 in an unspecified second language – it feels like Trupa Trupa have cracked it.

Ben Thompson, MOJO