Ethnopolis by Georgy Orlov-Davydovsky / Nikita Shishkin
Ethnopolis by Georgy Orlov-Davydovsky / Nikita Shishkin
attenuation circuit Augsburg, Germany
Georgy Orlov-Davydovsky — synths, drums, loops, electro-acoustic, tubes, mastering Nikita Shihkin — field recordings, synths, loops
Cover art by Nikita Shihkin
This city has never been anyone’s «real home», but it has become a home for everyone. There were no «strangers» here, because everyone came from somewhere: someone fled from war, someone from poverty, someone from a growing sense of horror. Everyone brought a piece of the world to Ethnopolis that was not preserved anywhere else.
All this time, people carried sounds with them, like others carry photographs. Rhythms on the darbuka, guitar tunes, songs of grandparents that had long sounded in their memories. These sounds did not evaporate — they settled in the walls, in the cracks of the asphalt, in the pauses between words, and therefore the ethnopolis over time began to sound like a polyphony of mismatched times. credits released July 3, 2025
Frances Carey Slater — On the Road
Home! We leave in order to survive, But far from you we will die like trees: If you tear them out by the roots and throw them on the stones, Their leaves will turn yellow, and their branches will dry up. We will perish, as spring water perishes: If you pour it into a pumpkin — its freshness will die, It will become cloudy, sour, and rot. We will perish, like babies near mothers' corpses, Like chicks from destroyed nests. Cities chew us with the jaws of houses, Mines devour our light and air, We grow old in the service of greedy machines, Watering them abundantly with sweat and blood. Home! We leave in the hope of returning, We die far from you!
