2008 In mid-2006 Olegh Kolyada got in touch with a Ukrainian contemporary classical composer Mykhayil A.Shukh, whose priceless legacy became a neo-classical/liturgical component of the project. In early 2008 Neuropa Records released the second Oda Relicta’s album “Czarstvo dukha”(“The Kingdom of Spirit”), which highlit a deep religious creed and background of the project. Oda Relicta was assisted on that record by an Italian band Albireon, and the French ones, Dissonant Elephant and Lonsai Maikov to perform a spiritual lithurgy heavenly enriched by professional soprano singing.
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I discovered this band with their album "La Llorona", this song belongs to their recent album "Lhasa". The music is great, the voice is perfect for this kind of music, but I really don't know what kind of genre is Lhasa, so it is Lhasa.
Al principio me pareció algo extraño, sin embargo, las letras me llamaron la atención. Con el tiempo fui complementando ambos y la atmosfera me pareció bastante buena. Este último album es para mi un nivel muy diferente a los primeros. Aunque claro, se extrañan los temas en español. Aqui uno de mis favoritos del álbum, "Love Came Here"
The group specialized first of all on perfoming Carpathian traditional music with a strong modern influences, but the roots of their inspirations are based on folklore from the whole Europe, through Scandinavian to Balkans.
Caprice is a neo-classical ensemble from Russia distinguished by Inna Brejestovskaya’s heavenly voice and acoustic sound (harp, flute, clarinet, violin, cello) with a touch of electronics. Probably the best known band’s project is the Elven trilogy – an attempt to show what the music of the parallel world of Faerie sounds like. The remix song of Caprice 'The Dole of the King's Daughter' is a poem by Oscar Wilde.
The Dole of the King's Daughter
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her soul to lie.
Red roses at her feet, (Roses are red in her red-gold hair) And O where her bosom and girdle meet Red roses are hidden there.
Fair is the knight who lieth slain Amid the rush and reed, See the lean fishes that are fain Upon dead men to feed.
Sweet is the page that lieth there, (Cloth of gold is goodly prey,) See the black ravens in the air, Black, O black as the night are they.
What do they there so stark and dead? (There is blood upon her hand) Why are the lilies flecked with red? (There is blood on the river sand.)
There are two that ride from the south to the east, And two from the north and west, For the black raven a goodly feast, For the King's daughter to rest.
There is one man who loves her true, (Red, O red, is the stain of gore!) He hath duggen a grave by the darksome yew, (One grave will do for four.)
No moon in the still heaven, In the black water none, The sins on her soul are seven, The sin upon his is one.