Allow me to take you on a brief, late-night journey through the mystical, musical wilds of Eastern Europe. What you are about to witness is the inbred, bottom-feeding, country cousin to the Gypsy Punk that Eugene Hütz and his followers rightly feel is deserving of its place at the top table of world music.
I feel it is time that the uninitiated are introduced to the orgasmic delights....
....of Discopolo.
Words cannot describe this genre, it simply "is".
The video below is an appropriate way to start our musical adventure, featuring a young lady who has nothing more to offer than a keen eye for the adaptability of an Ace of Base sample and an unhealthy interest in condors and their eggs (I have it on good authority that this is what the lyrics are about. "One egg, two eggs, three eggs...." Then apparently the condor dies and she starts comparing herself to an alcoholic beverage. I imagine it makes more sense in the mother tongue).
She has admirably also not let a complete lack of singing or dancing ability stand in the way of a rise to the upper echelons of the Discopolo tree.
Not much else I can say, by way of introduction. Except that it is real.
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