Where Meteahna Timpurilor and Obârşie crept into view with measured drones, Datura Străhiarelor declares its arrival much more ostentatiously: a horn blares, a half-growled narration grows into gravelly shouts, and the acoustic backing erupts into electricity....

I haven't listened to any more Negură Bunget since reviewing Sur Austru's debut two years ago, but I consider myself relieved of any responsibility for further research; after a successful first venture and a timely follow-up, we no longer need...