Arabic blues, the quiet, sad music of people who have a home but no nationality - from the occupied Golan Heights. With music I become a flying bird I change my feathers, I change my strings. Ifriqiyya Electrique
It’s the forgotten place. Between the mountains of northwest Tunisia and the Algerian border, the Bargou valley lie isolated, away from the world... Ifriqiyya Electrique
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As far as i remember, no african or "africanlike"music hits me like this one. Pure blues and pure rock 'n roll mixed with the purest sound of the african desert. Suddenly, Cream meets gnawa feelings in an indescribable mix of energy. Please listen to this masterpiece from begenning to end, it is full of surprises. One of the best I have heard in so many years. Waiting for it, and then it came. Aleph