Wenche Bilden – clarinet
Joanna Szczerbowska-Kowal – piano
Jan Jansen – keyboards
Iwona Lipińska – vibraphone
Jakub Pielak – bass guitar, synthesizers, programming
Rune Nikolajsen – saxophones
Tomasz Koza – guitars
Elżbieta Psonak-Frajczyk – viola
Andre Rokas – drums
“Vulcan’s Electric Hammer”- this somewhat surreal title is a tribute to Philip K. Dick.
At thirteen, maybe fourteen, no more, I read “Ubik”. This book changed my life, and made me an incurable fan of his work.
The material on the album is a retrospective glimpse into the life I experienced in my childhood, adolescence, and entering the psychotic world of adulthood.
I left my safe Andromeda. Beniamin appeared, then Irmina. It was a great time but people full of hysterical beliefs about their own infallibility attempted to encroach upon it. They did everything to take the place of God, boldly embraced my joy to change it into drama. In the end, however, they turned themselves into sad faces between the droplets of rain and left in the twilight unable to stop me on the edge of the future, which seductively invites me. I was learning life, Vulcan’s hammer was getting quiet, the beauty of difficult and joyful experiences was unfolding its irresistible and secret charm. Beniamin grew up, Irmina has got her own Andromeda.
Life fascinates me more and more, I succumb to its love, charm, impenetrable simplicity, honesty and power.
I venture forth every day … but I will talk about it in the next album because the creative process is touching the robe of God, and I want to be touching His robe now and in the future.
Łukasz Korybalski – trumpet, flugelhorn
Borys Janczarski – tenor saxophone
Michał Tokaj – piano
Andrzej Święs – bass
Łukasz Żyta – drums
Bogusz Wekka – shaker (4)
Zbigniew Namysłowski – alto saxophone (2)
These few tracks- recorded to cheer up listeners, who can distinguish bebop from post-bop and a scooter from a motorbike- emanate a whole lotta good energy. They send a positive message to those who cherish their inner spontaneous sensitivity, against all that’s behind the windows and on air. These unusually well combined sounds put you into a trance, taking you into the world of black and white memories. In our heads we start seeing places that remind us moments of total elation. The first kiss and the last cigarette. The shithole bar we got beaten up in and that walk on the pier in Sopot. We remember all our hangovers and ventures into the city in search of who-knows-what. In our minds, we see faces of people, with whom we shared something more than a tram ride. Listening to this album, we get excited, as if we were taking part in shooting a film, that takes us right back to those times, when the streets were ruled by nylon jackets, non-iron shirts, stockings and dreams to travel over the Atlantic. We share the screen with them- great musicians of the young generation accompanied by the master, a wizard who enchants reality with his saxophone. It’s worth to go on this metaphysical adventure, playing this record over and over again.