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alec’s ascultare i’ll be overjoyed the day brothers will stop killing each other but our history is doing rounds when you are fed lies that life’s getting better and the future looks good brace yourself; things might get worse when someone is extremely righteous believer in depriving women of their rights, be it priest, imam or rabbi, quite often they clandestinely visit prostitutes when the holy russia rids itself of all the rat-like human trash it breeds that very glorious day i will get baptised when tv day and night yells that we shall win and kill all the numerous enemies i know the time is up i have to leave here when russia will be getting on its feet please, warn me i don’t want to be there while that happens when the country is getting kind of hungry folk need to have and enemy of the people to execute publicly the hipster’s life who is he, a hipster? oh, yes… here is his neatly trimmed beard his clothes are from all the right brands he is covered with tattoos his hair is crew cut the neck is clean-shaven and his attitude is totally positive he is fully focused on the screen of his smart phone he has the most expensive headphones fitting neatly over his gel-covered hair internet, the oracle of the ultimate truth is telling him the latest news and will give him the formula of the eternal happiness duality i am particle i am wave i am dual do not analyse me do not define me i am the cat that’s alive and dead elsie’s tune hello, auntie khaja you have a parcel from chiankhai it contains three chinese men they are busy painting their eggs please, buy my cigarettes look at me - i am barefoot single room my temples are silver coloured doctors say it is from too much stress and i am singing about getting the ticket to oblivion festivals, festivals-too much ado about nothing and the goal is to get to my hotel room with my shower my tv, my whiskey, my shower, my bed and, hopefully, my sleep chorus: listen, my dear good friend tell me please: how come that everything and everyone around turned completely silent i don’t criticise but praise those who want to be at the steering wheel aim and reach out for the stars meanwhile, i like the sunray will break through the clouds so here is my pay check and the key for the single room chorus the wicked gasse i once went back to the wicked gasse straight downtown, no surprises for me rain, shit weather but fuckin’ crowded crammed with people, searching for luck the pawn shop, gambling house, casino ladies with shimmy purpose, in chino oy fellows, what an urban pride junkies on the corner, cops on the side watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the head watchout, watchout cause that street smells dead lots of dudes with dark glances suspicious steps onto the bar heavy drinking under high pressure i stood aside, didn’t see who hit first fists against jaws against fists badam, badam, badabedebambam chairs through the air, races back in the wicked gasse watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the head watchout, watchout or you wind up bad watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the head watchout, watchout cause that street smells dead i was born in the wicked gasse learned a lot in the wicked gasse always fights in the wicked gasse no surprises for me in the wicked gasse nor the pawn shop, the gambling casino the ladies with shimmy purpose in chino oy fellows, all this urban pride is no more then an empty hide watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the head watchout, watchout or you wind up bad watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the head watchout, watchout cause that street smells dead thanks: Kasper Frenkel, Ottoline Rijks, Guillaume Warmerdam, Martin Draax, Friso Aartse, Andries and Gerda Van Wieren, Sonja Heijmann, Stan Rijven, Michiel Cornelisse, Ernestien Lammen-De Vries, Heiko Ebner, Fred van Diem, Manon Blom, Marco De Klerk, Sandra Bulthuis, Emiel Barendsen, Jan Douwe Kroeske, Femke Lutgerink, Mariken Bijnen, Oscar and Elsie Levelt, Nona Kopyt, Irena Weisberg, Slavchets, Zhenia Kondratiuk, Yuriy Gurzhy, Valya Ostapenko, Max Vasilyev, Gabrielle Marks, Jaap Boonstra, Andrey Chernigov, Roman Wolgin, Claartje & Fientje Chajes, Simon Chajes, Gisèle Erwteman, Joël Chajes, Tante Julia, Arnold and Mieke van den Broek, HenkJan van Minnen, Co Volvo, Marian Berna, Jeremy and Iona Sztykman, Jori Collignon, Simon Akkermans, Elsa Pelganta, Daan Geuke, Rowan de Beer, Willem Verburg, Roland de Beer, Irina Filtzer and Aart Kramer, Peter and Berber van Strien, Paul -Chris van Strien, Amina Bitondo Wijntje, Arno Prins, Henriëtte Post, Flo- ris Vermeulen, Karin Klooster, Nico Schaafsma, and all staff members of the Performing Arts Fund NL, World Music Forum, Janneke Merlijn de Vries, Elske van der Linden, Sam van der Linden, Piet and Nel van der Linden and last but not least thanks to all our fans who have been supporting us through the years. 1 ringdingding 2 cocek à la kopyt 3 oyoyoy 4 vrijdag 5 ratatouille 6 alec’s ascultare 7 the hipster’s life 8 pure pepper 9 duality 10 falko’s groove 11 elsie’s tune 12 single room 13 the wicked gasse 14 the wicked gasse 15 oyoyoy 16 cocek à la kopyt 17 pure pepper 18 vrijdag 19 ringdingding 20 oyoyoy A C b D m: Gijs Levelt, l: Job Chajes, Fay Lovsky (2:49) m: Job Chajes, l: Alec Kopyt (4:29) m: Janfie van Strien, l: Job Chajes (3:28) m: Theo van Tol, l: Job Chajes (4:16 ) m: Jasper de Beer (4:34) m: Gijs Levelt, l: Alec Kopyt (4:23) m: Jasper de Beer, l: Alec Kopyt (4:35) m: Theo van Tol (3:50) m + poem: Joop van der Linden (5:03) m: Theo van Tol (4:27) m: Gijs Levelt, l: traditional (4:31) m: Theo van Tol, l: Alec Kopyt (5:41) m: Jasper de Beer, l: Job Chajes (2:52) (Wicked remix) by Joop van der Linden * (4.15) (spihl zoals ‘t moet) remix by Janfie van Strien (3.33) (At the Crossroads) Skip & Die remix & featuring Cata.Pirata (4.23) Von Poppel remix (3.07) Orinch remix featuring The Burners (3.53) Thom Dens remix featuring Fay Lovsky (4.15) BabylonCentral version by Marcus Darius Ghoreischian & additional vocals by Mantiz (3.44) ringdingding soir & midi & matin Il met son grain il ira loin quel festin l’amour qui n’a pas d’fin morning, noon, evening, nights every hour i stand and long i think of just one thing ringdingdingdingdingding inside or out, the kitchen, the table curtains, blinds, the sheets, the bed my hips, my pelvis, your thighs, your looks i can’t wait no more, you’re driving me mad how many flowers does it take how delightful should my cooking be i slave till i drop down biribim-biribimbimbijn upstairs or groundfloor, in bath, on the floor in-between, lengthy, with a brandy a-side i can’t wait no longer, you got what i want come on on, come on in, come around soir & matin & midi il me suivit ça m’finit j’en suis grise mon chéri tu m’épuises and then i come home my baby my sweet, my dry, my wetty for you i walk through walls water, storm and fireballs come, sit with me and we chat just a bit i look in your eyes to see where you hang digest stories, supporting your spine i regard you, protect you.. uhh! with no effort, sweating, blushing i am the boundless one that man who does everything like a big spender, that’s my thing ohoh, the bear inside me revived and you’re here, thank god, amen let me grab you, fondle your tops you are what i want biribim-birimbops soir & matin & minuit poursuivie mon cher mari si seulement, si j’pouvais lui dire laisse-moi dormiiiiir! cocek à la kopyt koe ka roe ka koe ka roe i don’t seem to fit in and our mad mankind leaves me with insomnia chi ri bim bam chi ri bom it is like smashing one’s head against the brick wall morning till night, the tempo is rising chorus: every morning, we repeat our tricky password and then learn the new truth right off the screen but our batteries dry up and the hard drive’s burning out people know everything, penniless and indebted yes, humanity got smart and pushy, smug and thieving wherever you see people, you have to be on guard we seem to be lost and confused; those who are not with us are traitors those, who don’t listen to us and obey us, they are renegades and rebels chorus oyoyoy chorus: oyoyoy, life, ah that’s so beautiful jajajaa, lopsadrietsahopsasa aaauu!! hn schlecht! mother funky schmaltz brother funky fat hoewhaah! gut, gut shpil zhe mir a lidele shpil it like it should oh oh! hn schlecht! one and one is two now babe listen what i say wadada, wadada raga in the hopsasa shake it ‘til you schweat until you drop and play that music twice! chorus if you got mazzel life can be a lot of fun days will come and go and everyday you just begun in the after hours there is time for romantique wild nights, delightful parties ‘till you freak working for your passion from the heart, a bit of dough bumped onto the floor or did you fall out of the flow get yourself together on your feet, another day, forget your pile of rubble now, hopsholadiejoliejéé! chorus vrijdag singing, playing, dancing, partying friday, again it’s friday again it’s weekend and we’re going out for dancing friday, again it’s friday i like coffee, i like ice some french fries at a time are too nice i like springtime, i like the sun a good chat with some wine on the balcony give me some klezmer, i’ll dream away on clouds, blue skies, a green hedge thick, fat Klezmer, no bullshit the akb gypsy-melody, transylvania-moldová cracking jokes in the east, west and south polka-hopping with the seven you people are cool? we stay after eleven for a zilberne chassene, terkish cocek, tsiftetelli, genebbisj we’ll play on until we live exhausted lives and then the hangover, it was too late some black brew, and a herring on my plate people, women, blokes, freaks, they kept going on play! now play! what do we pay you for? of course, with a meal and some wine in my tummy i blow my saxophone every style with my heart hijaz, bebop, ahava-raba, mucam joppie david chajes, i’m born in amsterdam together with my pals of the klezmer band we know every street, every corner, every square in this land so now you know where to bump into us singing, playing, dancing, partying friday, again it’s friday, again it’s weekend and we’re going out for dancing friday, again it’s friday Recorded & mixed by Kasper Frenkel at Electric Monkey Studio Amsterdam, October 2015. Produced by the Amsterdam Klezmer Band & Kasper Frenkel. Pre-mastered at 76mastering Michiel Cornelisse. Jasper de Beer: double bass, backing vocals on # 13 Job Chajes: alto saxophone, vocals on # 1, 3, 4, 13, organ on # 2 Alec Kopyt: percussion, vocals on # 2, 6, 7, 11, 12 Gijs Levelt: trumpet, backing vocals on # 13 Joop van der Linden: trombone Janfie van Strien: clarinet, extra percussion on # 2, 3, darbuka on # 5 Theo van Tol: accordion Guest musicians: Fay Lovsky: vocals, drimba and glockenspiel on Ringdingding Carelain Bergtop and Amina Bitondo-Wijntje (The Burners): backing vocals on Vrijdag Bokkie Vink: cimbalom on The Hipster’s Life Willem Verburg: speaking voice on The Wicked Gasse design and artwork by Martin Draax * about The Wicked Gasse remix: all mixing, programming, guitars, bass guitar, percussion by Joop van der Linden. additional bass guitar by Jasper de Beer. management: Andries van Wieren 3S Music Group - www.3smusic.eu +31-6-2211 4406 copyright 2016 Amsterdam Klezmer Band. all rights reserved. Amsterdam Klezmer Band is supported by the Performing Arts Fund NL remixes remixes ringdingding cocek à la kopyt oyoyoy vrijdag ratatouille alec’s ascultare the hipster’s life pure pepper duality falko’s groove elsie’s tune single room the wicked gasse the wicked gasse oyoyoy cocek á la kopyt pure pepper vrijdag ringdingding oyoyoy Once a group of buskers playing traditional Yiddish party music on the streets, the AKB has evolved into a prolific band that is not limited by traditions and expectations. On the four- teenth AKB album, we get to hear a passionate band that feels at home in intimate theatres, and unleashes euphoric festival parties as well. Oyoyoy covers a wide range of topics and moods. Some tracks illuminate the joy of wild parties that go on until dawn. Other songs beg for peace or reflect on lonely hotel nights. The album jumps between party and tranquility, between love and desire, between happiness and melancholy. The rawness of the Electric Monkey Studio and the authentic musical roots prove to be a perfect match on this album. Oyoyoy is the natural next step in the evolution of progressive Klezmer from Amsterdam. As a bonus, the AKB invited friends to remix some of the new songs. Resulting in seven infectious Klezmer tracks that keep traditional music fresh, urgent and very danceable. Hoewhaah! A b c d CTC-2990816 oyoyoy AMSterdam Klezmer band CTC-2990816 remixes remixes LP cover oyoyoy CMYK.indd 1 02/12/15 10:53

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alec’s ascultare i’ll be overjoyed the day brothers will stop killing each otherbut our history is doing roundswhen you are fed lies that life’s getting betterand the future looks goodbrace yourself; things might get worsewhen someone is extremely righteous believer in depriving women of their rights, be it priest, imam or rabbi, quite often they clandestinely visit prostituteswhen the holy russia rids itself of all the rat-like human trash it breedsthat very glorious day i will get baptisedwhen tv day and night yellsthat we shall win and kill all the numerous enemies

i know the time is upi have to leave herewhen russia will be getting on its feetplease, warn me

i don’t want to be there while that happenswhen the country is getting kind of hungryfolk need to have and enemyof the people to execute publicly

the hipster’s lifewho is he, a hipster? oh, yes… here is his neatly trimmed beardhis clothes are from all the right brandshe is covered with tattooshis hair is crew cutthe neck is clean-shavenand his attitude is totally positivehe is fully focused on the screen of his smart phonehe has the most expensive headphonesfitting neatly over his gel-covered hairinternet, the oracle of the ultimate truthis telling him the latest news and will give him the formula of the eternal happiness

dualityi am particlei am wavei am dual

do not analyse medo not define me

i am the cat that’s alive and dead

elsie’s tunehello, auntie khajayou have a parcel from chiankhaiit contains three chinese menthey are busy painting their eggs

please, buy my cigaretteslook at me - i am barefoot

single roommy temples are silver coloureddoctors say it is from too much stressand i am singing about getting the ticket to oblivionfestivals, festivals-too much ado about nothingand the goal is to get to my hotel room with my showermy tv, my whiskey, my shower, my bed and, hopefully, my sleep

chorus:listen, my dear good friendtell me please: how comethat everything and everyone around turned completely silent

i don’t criticisebut praise those who want to be at the steering wheelaim and reach out for the starsmeanwhile, ilike the sunraywill break through the cloudsso here is my pay check and the key for the single room

chorus

the wicked gassei once went back to the wicked gassestraight downtown, no surprises for merain, shit weather but fuckin’ crowdedcrammed with people, searching for luckthe pawn shop, gambling house, casinoladies with shimmy purpose, in chinooy fellows, what an urban pridejunkies on the corner, cops on the side

watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout cause that street smells dead

lots of dudes with dark glancessuspicious steps onto the barheavy drinking under high pressurei stood aside, didn’t see who hit first

fists against jaws against fistsbadam, badam, badabedebambamchairs through the air, racesback in the wicked gasse

watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout or you wind up badwatchout, watchoutcause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout cause that street smells dead

i was born in the wicked gasselearned a lot in the wicked gassealways fights in the wicked gasseno surprises for me in the wicked gassenor the pawn shop, the gambling casinothe ladies with shimmy purpose in chinooy fellows, all this urban prideis no more then an empty hide

watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout or you wind up badwatchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout cause that streetsmells dead

thanks:Kasper Frenkel, Ottoline Rijks, Guillaume Warmerdam, Martin Draax, Friso Aartse, Andries and Gerda Van Wieren, Sonja Heijmann, Stan Rijven, Michiel Cornelisse, Ernestien Lammen-De Vries, Heiko Ebner, Fred van Diem, Manon Blom, Marco De Klerk, Sandra Bulthuis, Emiel Barendsen, Jan Douwe Kroeske, Femke Lutgerink, Mariken Bijnen, Oscar and Elsie Levelt, Nona Kopyt, Irena Weisberg, Slavchets, Zhenia Kondratiuk, Yuriy Gurzhy, Valya Ostapenko, Max Vasilyev, Gabrielle Marks, Jaap Boonstra, Andrey Chernigov, Roman Wolgin, Claartje & Fientje Chajes, Simon Chajes, Gisèle Erwteman, Joël Chajes, Tante Julia, Arnold and Mieke van den Broek, HenkJan van Minnen, Co Volvo, Marian Berna, Jeremy and Iona Sztykman, Jori Collignon, Simon Akkermans, Elsa Pelganta, Daan Geuke, Rowan de Beer, Willem Verburg, Roland de Beer, Irina Filtzer and Aart Kramer, Peter and Berber van Strien, Paul -Chris van Strien, Amina Bitondo Wijntje, Arno Prins, Henriëtte Post, Flo-ris Vermeulen, Karin Klooster, Nico Schaafsma, and all staff members of the Performing Arts Fund NL, World Music Forum, Janneke Merlijn de Vries, Elske van der Linden, Sam van der Linden, Piet and Nel van der Linden and last but not least thanks to all our fans who have been supporting us through the years.

1 ringdingding 2 cocek à la kopyt

3 oyoyoy4 vrijdag

5 ratatouille

6 alec’s ascultare7 the hipster’s life

8 pure pepper9 duality

10 falko’s groove

11 elsie’s tune12 single room

13 the wicked gasse

14 the wicked gasse15 oyoyoy

16 cocek à la kopyt

17 pure pepper18 vrijdag

19 ringdingding20 oyoyoy A

C

b

D

m: Gijs Levelt, l: Job Chajes, Fay Lovsky (2:49)

m: Job Chajes, l: Alec Kopyt (4:29)

m: Janfie van Strien, l: Job Chajes (3:28)

m: Theo van Tol, l: Job Chajes (4:16 )

m: Jasper de Beer (4:34)

m: Gijs Levelt, l: Alec Kopyt (4:23)

m: Jasper de Beer, l: Alec Kopyt (4:35)

m: Theo van Tol (3:50)

m + poem: Joop van der Linden (5:03)

m: Theo van Tol (4:27)

m: Gijs Levelt, l: traditional (4:31)

m: Theo van Tol, l: Alec Kopyt (5:41)

m: Jasper de Beer, l: Job Chajes (2:52)

(Wicked remix) by Joop van der Linden * (4.15)

(spihl zoals ‘t moet) remix by Janfie van Strien (3.33)

(At the Crossroads) Skip & Die remix & featuring Cata.Pirata (4.23)

Von Poppel remix (3.07)

Orinch remix featuring The Burners (3.53)

Thom Dens remix featuring Fay Lovsky (4.15)

BabylonCentral version by Marcus Darius Ghoreischian & additional vocals by Mantiz (3.44)

ringdingding soir & midi & matinIl met son grainil ira loinquel festinl’amour qui n’a pas d’fin

morning, noon, evening, nightsevery hour i stand and longi think of just one thingringdingdingdingdingdinginside or out, the kitchen, the tablecurtains, blinds, the sheets, the bedmy hips, my pelvis, your thighs, your looksi can’t wait no more, you’re driving me madhow many flowers does it takehow delightful should my cooking bei slave till i drop downbiribim-biribimbimbijnupstairs or groundfloor, in bath, on the floorin-between, lengthy, with a brandy a-sidei can’t wait no longer, you got what i wantcome on on, come on in, come around

soir & matin & midiil me suivitça m’finitj’en suis grisemon chéri tu m’épuises

and then i come home my babymy sweet, my dry, my wettyfor you i walk through wallswater, storm and fireballscome, sit with me and we chat just a biti look in your eyes to see where you hangdigest stories, supporting your spinei regard you, protect you.. uhh!with no effort, sweating, blushingi am the boundless onethat man who does everythinglike a big spender, that’s my thingohoh, the bear inside me revivedand you’re here, thank god, amenlet me grab you, fondle your topsyou are what i want biribim-birimbops

soir & matin & minuitpoursuiviemon cher marisi seulement, si j’pouvais lui direlaisse-moi dormiiiiir!

cocek à la kopytkoe ka roe ka koe ka roei don’t seem to fit inand our mad mankind leaves me with insomniachi ri bim bam chi ri bomit is like smashing one’s head against the brick wallmorning till night, the tempo is rising

chorus:

every morning, we repeat our tricky passwordand then learn the new truth right off the screenbut our batteries dry up and the hard drive’s burning out people know everything, penniless and indebted

yes, humanity got smart and pushy,smug and thievingwherever you see people, you have to be on guardwe seem to be lost and confused; those who are not with us are traitorsthose, who don’t listen to us and obey us, they are renegades and rebels

chorus

oyoyoychorus:oyoyoy, life, ah that’s so beautifuljajajaa, lopsadrietsahopsasa

aaauu!!hn schlecht!mother funky schmaltzbrother funky fathoewhaah!gut, gutshpil zhe mir a lideleshpil it like it shouldoh oh!hn schlecht!one and one is two now babelisten what i saywadada, wadadaraga in the hopsasashake it ‘til you schweat until you drop and play that music twice!

chorus

if you got mazzel life can be a lot of fundays will come and go and everyday you just begunin the after hours there is time for romantiquewild nights, delightfulparties ‘till you freakworking for your passionfrom the heart, a bit of doughbumped onto the floor or did you fall out of the flowget yourself togetheron your feet, another day,forget your pile of rubble now,hopsholadiejoliejéé!

chorus

vrijdagsinging, playing, dancing, partyingfriday, again it’s fridayagain it’s weekend and we’re going out for dancingfriday, again it’s friday

i like coffee, i like icesome french fries at a time are too nicei like springtime, i like the suna good chat with some wine on the balconygive me some klezmer, i’ll dream awayon clouds, blue skies, a green hedgethick, fat Klezmer, no bullshitthe akbgypsy-melody, transylvania-moldovácracking jokes in the east, west and southpolka-hopping with the sevenyou people are cool? we stay after elevenfor a zilberne chassene, terkishcocek, tsiftetelli, genebbisjwe’ll play on until we live exhausted lives

and then the hangover, it was too latesome black brew, and a herring on my platepeople, women, blokes, freaks, they kept going onplay! now play! what do we pay you for?of course, with a meal and some wine in my tummyi blow my saxophone every style with my hearthijaz, bebop, ahava-raba, mucamjoppie david chajes, i’m born in amsterdamtogether with my pals of the klezmer bandwe know every street, every corner, every square in this landso now you know where to bump into us

singing, playing, dancing, partyingfriday, again it’s friday,again it’s weekend and we’re going out for dancingfriday, again it’s friday

Recorded & mixed by Kasper Frenkel at Electric Monkey Studio Amsterdam, October 2015. Produced by the Amsterdam Klezmer Band & Kasper Frenkel. Pre-mastered at 76mastering Michiel Cornelisse.

Jasper de Beer: double bass, backing vocals on # 13Job Chajes: alto saxophone, vocals on # 1, 3, 4, 13, organ on # 2Alec Kopyt: percussion, vocals on # 2, 6, 7, 11, 12Gijs Levelt: trumpet, backing vocals on # 13Joop van der Linden: tromboneJanfie van Strien: clarinet, extra percussion on # 2, 3, darbuka on # 5Theo van Tol: accordion

Guest musicians:Fay Lovsky: vocals, drimba and glockenspiel on RingdingdingCarelain Bergtop and Amina Bitondo-Wijntje (The Burners): backing vocals on VrijdagBokkie Vink: cimbalom on The Hipster’s LifeWillem Verburg: speaking voice on The Wicked Gasse

design and artwork by Martin Draax

* about The Wicked Gasse remix:all mixing, programming, guitars, bass guitar, percussion by Joop van der Linden. additional bass guitar by Jasper de Beer.

management: Andries van Wieren3S Music Group - www.3smusic.eu +31-6-2211 4406

copyright 2016 Amsterdam Klezmer Band. all rights reserved. Amsterdam Klezmer Band is supported by the Performing Arts Fund NL

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ringdingdingcocek à la kopytoyoyoyvrijdagratatouille

alec’s ascultarethe hipster’s lifepure pepperdualityfalko’s groove

elsie’s tunesingle room

the wicked gasse

the wicked gasseoyoyoy

cocek á la kopytpure pepper

vrijdagringdingding

oyoyoy

Once a group of buskers playing traditional Yiddish party music on the streets, the AKB has evolved into a prolific band that is not limited by traditions and expectations. On the four-teenth AKB album, we get to hear a passionate band that feels at home in intimate theatres, and unleashes euphoric festival parties as well.

Oyoyoy covers a wide range of topics and moods. Some tracks illuminate the joy of wild parties that go on until dawn. Other songs beg for peace or reflect on lonely hotel nights. The album jumps between party and tranquility, between love and desire, between happiness and melancholy. The rawness of the Electric Monkey Studio and the authentic musical roots prove to be a perfect match on this album. Oyoyoy is the natural next step in the evolution of progressive Klezmer from Amsterdam.

As a bonus, the AKB invited friends to remix some of the new songs. Resulting in seven infectious Klezmer tracks that keep traditional music fresh, urgent and very danceable. Hoewhaah!

A

b

c

d

CTC-2990816

oyoyoy AMSterdam Klezmer band C

TC-2990816

remixes

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LP cover oyoyoy CMYK.indd 1 02/12/15 10:53