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اللفافه الخضرا

Blends the raw energy of nostalgia with the pulse of today's sound. A fusion of vintage synths, gritty basslines, and modern production, this track is a journey through time—rekindling the rebellious spirit of past generations while keeping the beat fresh for the present. Designed to ignite emotions and awaken memories, it's a sonic time capsule with a contemporary edge.


Memory Hit Vol.1

Qayalah: The Midday Sun's Embrace
Qayalah (قيالة), in Egyptian Arabic, refers to the intense, shimmering heat of the midday sun. It evokes the powerful, almost tangible warmth that blankets the land during the hottest part of the day. More than just a time, "Qayalah" embodies a specific atmosphere—a moment when the sun's energy is at its peak, creating a unique stillness and a vibrant, almost hypnotic intensity in the air.

This track, "Qayalah," aims to transport you to that very moment, blending Afro and Arabic rhythms to capture the sun's pulsating energy and the rich cultural tapestry it illuminates. Feel the warmth, hear the echoes, and let "Qayalah" envelop you in its radiant soundscape.

Qayalah

Oh Yeah Habibi: ten years and up-to-date

If you look up the word ‘arabicana’ you find a music genre and its inventors; NO blues. Even after ten years the band that combines Oriëntal roots music and American folk blues is still unique in the world. On the new album Oh Yeah Habibi, NO blues bridges the gap between east and west and changes the Nile and the Mississippi in one meandering musical delta.

Even though the band has been together for ten years, the new album Oh Yeah Habibi sounds direct and fresh like a debut album. U’d player Haytham Safia: “We went back to the core of guitar, u’d, double bass and percussion.” Different from the previous albums, NO blues chooses to use current events as topics for their songs. Songs like Exodus and World Keeps Turning refer to people that seek refuge and Two Trains and Gods Move refer to religious themes.”It struck us that our music seemed to have a different energy after the terrorist attack on Charlie Hebdo”, says bassist Anne-Maarten van Heuvelen. “NO blues has always been a political statement in music, we had to follow that up with our lyrics. Guitarist Ad van Meurs: ”We’ve never been a political band, but we don’t look the other way.”

Oh Yeah Habibi is more on topic than previous NO blues albums and the critically acclaimed arabicana from this Dutch based top team that has been working together for ten years, still has great impact. In twelve new studio tracks the band reaches a next level in their musical embrace between east and west.

12 Gods Move

يا كرام جودوا

Orange Blossom -  Black Box

My whole being is a dark chant
which will carry you
perpetuating you
to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming
in this chant I sighed you sighed
in this chant
I grafted you to the tree to the water to the fire.

Life is perhaps
 a long street through which a woman holding
 a basket passes every day

Life is perhaps
a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch
life is perhaps a child returning home from school.

Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning .

Life is perhaps that enclosed moment
when my gaze destroys itself in the pupil of your eyes
and it is in the feeling
 which I will put into the Moon's impression
 and the Night's perception.

In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.

Ah
this is my lot
this is my lot
my lot is
a sky which is taken away at the drop of a curtain
my lot is going down a flight of disused stairs
a regain something amid putrefaction and nostalgia
my lot is a sad promenade in the garden of memories
and dying in the grief of a voice which tells me
I love
your hands.

I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.

I shall wear
a pair of twin cherries as ear-rings
and I shall put dahlia petals on my finger-nails
there is an alley
where the boys who were in love with me
still loiter with the same unkempt hair
thin necks and bony legs
and think of the innocent smiles of a little girl
who was blown away by the wind one night.

There is an alley
     which my heart has stolen
     from the streets of my childhood.

The journey of a form along the line of time
inseminating the line of time with the form
a form conscious of an image
coming back from a feast in a mirror

And it is in this way
that someone dies
and someone lives on.

Another Birth - Forough Farrokhzad

Trumpet: Anselm
Trombone: Nils Heinrich

Released by: Parquet Recordings 
Release date: Jun 28, 2013

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