Biography Wandering the streets of Vancouver with battered and ancient instruments, appearing and disappearing into the night, and dressed in the highest fashions of your great-grandparent’s youth, with a bottle in hand of that delicate concoction which is half of the band’s name, everything they cross paths with becomes a Balkan wedding dance party, with tunes from Serbia, Macedonia, and other mysterious and distant lands, and like this sentence, the music runs on forever… .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
